Finally, finally, finally made it to London.

First, let me say, the in-flight movie selection was phenomenal. I was ready to bunker down for seven hours of Pirates of the Caribbean (yes, they had all four), but then everything changed when I discovered The Patriot in the "Drama" section. And there's obviously no better way to get pumped up for a research trip on the American Revolution in South Carolina than a man I like to call Angry Mel Gibson Wielding a Hatchet.

So that happened.

We got to the hotel around 4pm. My dad, ever the unobservant male, was completely oblivious to Westminster Abbey and Big Ben even though we drove right by them. I'm still trying to figure out how you miss those... After unpacking, we wandered up to Trafalgar Square. So festive. Unfortunately, the National Gallery was already closed, but we'll probably visit on Wednesday. (Banastre, I'm coming for you.) 

I wish Nelson was wearing a wreath.

Tomorrow, Dad and I are going to the Caird Library at Greenwich. I just ordered three Lieutenants' Logs from HMS Tamar (1772-1775) and Scorpion (1772-1775, 1774-1776) that will be waiting for me once I check-in and get my researcher's card. I figure if someone (read: Papa Smurf) gets bored, he can go scout out the naval caricature exhibit, that's bound to be hilarious, or the Nelson display, because alsjkg;laskjdg;ljas;lg Nelson's uniform!!