After taking an especially painful tube ride to our hostel in Greenwich, we settled in and took a long nap until about 2pm. Rich and the others came to meet us there in the afternoon, so we set out for some sightseeing in Greenwich around 3:30. The story goes: We're walking down the street, enjoying this beautiful little town (much better than London), and suddenly we hear someone yell from an apartment building above the street, there's a big splat, and I turn to see that some teenagers had thrown an egg at us which landed directly on Kate's head - Thus becoming our second very bad impression of the British. Needless to say, our day of exploring Greenwich was ruined, and we returned to the hostel very confused and disheartened.
After recovering for a bit, Richie, Danny, Sam and I headed out into London so that the day wouldn't be completely wasted. We decided to go to St. Paul's Cathedral mostly because of it's accessibility via the tube, and it turned out to be a very good decision. The exterior is your standard dome, columns, et cetera, very pretty and classical, though somewhat spoiled by the construction in process not only on the cathedral itself but also on the tasteless high rises surrounding it on all sides.
However, luckily, the interior made up for all of that. It was seriously breathtaking. I think I may just have a weakness for cathedrals, but I was completely in awe. In the nighttime it's illuminated with gold light, and the choir singing filled the entire cathedral with this overwhelmingly beautiful music... There were tears in my eyes because it was just so incredible. It's difficult to describe without being too dramatic, so I will just say that I understand how someone could walk into a place like that and instantaneously believe in God.
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