Lost in a Little British Town

We didn't have class yesterday because it was Martin Luther King Day so we went out to Wimbledon.  Every tourist spot in London is either on a map or has very clear signs pointing exactly where to go.  I thought Wimbledon would.  It didn't.  But that was okay!

We took the Tube out to 'the Wimbledon stop' and walked in only a few circles, asked only a few people, and had to turn around only once until we finally found the stadium.

As we were walking I decided that there is no where I would rather be than lost in a little British town.  It was a great day.

Oh and I got a meat pie at a pub Mom, just for you.  (It was awesome.)