I keep forgetting that I will be here for quite a few weeks, so I’ve been trying to go out every single day. My first day, however, I slept off jet lag and got somewhat settled into the house. I don’t think I will ever be one hundred percent at home here, simply because it isn’t my space and I am a guest. Still, it’s a thousand times better than a hotel! On Thursday, I went to Holland Park, which is just down the street from us. It is a relatively small park. It’s probably not a whole lot bigger t
han Barnes Park, including all the ball parks and everything, back home. However, it is ridiculously gorgeous. The paths are lined with trees and woodlands. Many of the trees are blooming and have beautiful blossoms. Flowers are out, and everything is green. I love green. There is also a small café, two open fields, a playground, AND—a dog toilet. I quite enjoy Holland Park. I think it will be one of the places I visit
regularly. On Friday, I walked to Kensington Gardens. The little street I live on is quiet, and even Holland Park Avenue, the biggest road nearby, is green and cool and while busy, not insane. The sidewalks aren’t crowded, and it is pleasant to walk down. However, at the top of the hill, it turns into a city. The trees are gone, its dirty, noisy, crowded, and not nearly as pleasant. The walk to Kensington Gardens goes up the hill to this part of town, and down a bit more, totaling about fifteen minutes of walking, maybe a few more. The Gardens are beautiful. It is not
as wooded as Holland Park, but there are loads of trees and flowers. The Princess Diana Memorial Playground looks spectacular! There are teepees, pirate ships, sea monsters, sandboxes, boats, and so much more. I saw Kensington Palace and its beautiful gardens and orangery, I saw the Peter Pan statue, which was neat because I love Peter Pan, I saw the Italian Fountains, which were pretty but smelled funny. I think it was all the ducks. While I was there, I ran into the missionaries. Well, okay, the truth is I chased them down, more or less. I talked to them for a minute, got directions to the church, meeting times, and their phone number in case I needed anything or got lost. On Saturday, the girls had a golf lesson, so I went out again. I decided to go
to the Science Museum, since the elders told me the church was right across the street from it. I wanted to find the church before trying to make it there on Sunday. I found both, plus the Natural History Museum and the Victoria and Albert Museum, all in the same spot. I only had time to go into the Science Museum, however. The others are for another day. Sunday I went to church, but the ward I went to ended up being the family ward. They were fantastic and so, so nice, but I think I will go to the singles’ ward next week since I have a friend there. It was nice to be somewhere that felt familiar. I can see those first twinges of homesickness on the horizon…
I keep forgetting that I will be here for quite a few weeks, so I’ve been trying to go out every single day. My first day, however, I slept off jet lag and got somewhat settled into the house. I don’t think I will ever be one hundred percent at home here, simply because it isn’t my space and I am a guest. Still, it’s a thousand times better than a hotel! On Thursday, I went to Holland Park, which is just down the street from us. It is a relatively small park. It’s probably not a whole lot bigger t
han Barnes Park, including all the ball parks and everything, back home. However, it is ridiculously gorgeous. The paths are lined with trees and woodlands. Many of the trees are blooming and have beautiful blossoms. Flowers are out, and everything is green. I love green. There is also a small café, two open fields, a playground, AND—a dog toilet. I quite enjoy Holland Park. I think it will be one of the places I visit 
regularly. On Friday, I walked to Kensington Gardens. The little street I live on is quiet, and even Holland Park Avenue, the biggest road nearby, is green and cool and while busy, not insane. The sidewalks aren’t crowded, and it is pleasant to walk down. However, at the top of the hill, it turns into a city. The trees are gone, its dirty, noisy, crowded, and not nearly as pleasant. The walk to Kensington Gardens goes up the hill to this part of town, and down a bit more, totaling about fifteen minutes of walking, maybe a few more. The Gardens are beautiful. It is not 
as wooded as Holland Park, but there are loads of trees and flowers. The Princess Diana Memorial Playground looks spectacular! There are teepees, pirate ships, sea monsters, sandboxes, boats, and so much more. I saw Kensington Palace and its beautiful gardens and orangery, I saw the Peter Pan statue, which was neat because I love Peter Pan, I saw the Italian Fountains, which were pretty but smelled funny. I think it was all the ducks. While I was there, I ran into the missionaries. Well, okay, the truth is I chased them down, more or less. I talked to them for a minute, got directions to the church, meeting times, and their phone number in case I needed anything or got lost. On Saturday, the girls had a golf lesson, so I went out again. I decided to go
to the Science Museum, since the elders told me the church was right across the street from it. I wanted to find the church before trying to make it there on Sunday. I found both, plus the Natural History Museum and the Victoria and Albert Museum, all in the same spot. I only had time to go into the Science Museum, however. The others are for another day. Sunday I went to church, but the ward I went to ended up being the family ward. They were fantastic and so, so nice, but I think I will go to the singles’ ward next week since I have a friend there. It was nice to be somewhere that felt familiar. I can see those first twinges of homesickness on the horizon…
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