Last Journal Entry, Best Journal Entry

JK, I can’t top my punting story.

My last day in London was spent at The National Gallery. Oh boy, was I happy. I spent a lot of time in The Wohl Rooms, which house all the paintings by the great impressionists. I don’t know much about art, but when I saw the Seurat painting, I may have cried a little bit.

Van Gogh’s Chair, Bathers at Asnières by Seurat, and the Water-Lily Pond by Monet

I spent about four hours at The National Gallery, and it was the best four hours I had spent in London. I took a guided tour of the museum, and it was so intriguing to learn about the various paintings housed in The National Gallery. One of the paintings there, named The Assumption of the Virgin, was bought by The National Gallery thinking that it was a Botticelli painting, when it was actually a Botticini painting. Hearing about this mix-up was highly amusing to me for whatever reason. I could have listened to this tour guide talk about art all day. He was making me wish I’d taken an art history course at some point in my life. After the museum, I met up with Jennifer to go to evensong at St. Paul’s Cathedral.

Evensong was an absolutely incredible experience. I’m not religious by any means, but I can appreciate a moving religious ceremony. Most of the service was done in song by the chorus, and it made me miss my days in chorus in high school. Hearing their voices soar through the air of the cathedral was an experience I can’t quite compare to anything else I’ve ever seen. Evensong at St. Paul’s is a must do.

As I’m now sitting at home typing up all of these journal entries, I’ve had a lot of time to reflect on this trip as a whole. It’s one of those experiences I will always remember. Summers tend to bleed together for me, but this was one of the memorable ones for sure. I made tons of new friends, spent a lot of time in a new place, and had incredible experiences. I don’t want to be one of those annoying people who come back from Europe repeating the phrase “it changed my life,” but this experience really and truly did. You certainly won’t see me saying that again our of fear of being cliche, but there it is. I don’t know if I’ll ever get the chance again to do something like this trip, so I’m really really glad that this journal assignment was given. I’m looking ahead at the school year, having no idea what’s to come, but I’m so glad that I can look back through these journal entries and know that I had the best experience I could have possibly had.

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