London (with captions): "I think that was one of the Queen's corgis..." (Windsor Castle+a heck of a lot of walking)

Today we had a day trip to Windsor Castle, which is still being used by the Royal Family today. We took two trains down to Windsor and Eton Central that took us about 25 minutes to get there. The castle was flying the royal standard, which meant that the Queen was actually there. Pictures weren't allowed inside, so there aren't that many pictures to show. Early on, I was up at a gate that led to a restricted section of the castle grounds. I was trying to take a picture of what lay beyond it when a woman walking a corgi came up to the gate. At first, I didn't give it a second thought. I thought someone was had just brought their dog to the castle, but then she pulled out a key, opened the gate and went through. I was like, "...Was that one of the Queen's corgis, and did I fail to get a picture of it?" I'll never know whether it was or not, but I thought it was funny, because the entire time, I was debating whether or not to take a picture.
All in all, Windsor Castle was a short visit, so I walked around the town area. I got myself hopelessly lost to the point where I thought I was going back to the castle when I was actually moving farther and farther away from it, so I had to double-back and recover ground that I had already walked. I will say this, it was a nice walk in the beginning. On my flight to London, I was sitting next to British man, and I asked him, "What should I do while in London?" He told me to get out of the city, away from the touristy, city areas and go out into the residential areas, to see the difference between the two places. This is where I found myself walking in the most when I was lost at Windsor. I was walking down residential streets with actual houses, not apartments or really tall buildings with 21 flats. Actual neighborhoods composed of actual houses. It was a fun change to see. Nearing the end though, I was getting frustrated because I had an actual destination that I wanted to get back to, and I was taking all the wrong paths. I finally got back to the castle, took another wrong turn, backtracked, found the train station ridiculously close to where I originally was, and went back to London.

Coming back, I wasn't about to count my day done yet. I changed lines and went to the British Museum and did a quick round in some of the galleries in there. I went to the Greece and Egyptian areas, and got to see the Rosetta Stone. I also saw pieces of the Greek Parthenon that's in Athens. It brought back fond memories of being in Greece, seeing the Acropolis and learning about the history of Athens. I saw there was a Pompeii exhibit coming later at the end of March, so I'm planning on going again. After the museum, I went around a couple shops and found myself at a pub with fish, chips and cider. I've arrived at the conclusion that alcoholic cider tastes better without the alcohol. I can taste the fruitiness that I like from drinking cider in the past, but then I taste the alcohol and it's disgusting. From here on out, I'm sticking with my old, reliable, and cheap (and when I say cheap, I mean from the sink) water for the rest of the trip.

I'm running out of time here in London, so I've started jamming in as much as possible whenever possible. This will probably cause me to start blogging more and more! More adventures coming soon (a big one will be due in April)! Till then, later!