Westminster and Wembley Wackiness

   And the tours continue! The B.I.G. had a jam packed Saturday of events. It started off with a tour of the Handel House, which also happens to have been Jimi Hendrix place of residence at one point in his life. These two artists are complete opposites of one another, but the tour made the tie how all musicians are related in a twisted sense one way or another. Then we headed off to the Academy of Music Museum, which was unique in two ways: a.) the museum houses one of the few Stradivari Violins of the world, so being able to lay my eyes on such a gorgeous instrument was quite opportune. And b.) the madness of the Wembley futbol game going on (but I will get to that later). Last of the days tour was of Westminster Abbey, now that was WOW. I still have a hard time fathoming that I was in such a beautifully, architectured church. Not only that, but the significant people that are resting there. People like Charles Dickens, Sir Issac Newtwon, Queen Mary, and Queen Elizabeth, all of whom I have been studying in school since I can remember. Being in Westminster Abbey just made all of those historical figures much more real to me, and put them into a perspective that although they impacted the world greatly, they are just as much of a normal person as I am.
   Switching gears into the wackiness of the Wembley yesterday.. whoa! The tube stations were all extremely packed with cheering fans dressed in their teams colors, so either red or yellow. When I thought the underground was a hot mess, getting back to surface level was a whole other story. These futbol fans were parading around, bearing all the pride they could summon from their souls, singing songs, waving flags, taking pictures, and of course there were many drinks being consumed by all. Futbol, or soccer, has been a sport of importance to my family for as long as I can remember, so for me to be here and witness this kind of sporting event (well the crowds at least) far surpasses any Super Bowl that I have watched (yeah, kind of anti-American of me to say). Even after the game had long ended, there were fans out and about screaming and singing for hours in either celebration, or pitying themselves. I would love to sometime experience such an international event as one of this sort actually in the stadium, but being a passer-byer was pretty neat if I do say so myself.