During my trip to England, I had a serendipitous moment when I stumbled upon the Natural History Museum while wandering the streets of London. This is one of the perks of having a terrible sense of direction—had I planned to visit, I might not have made it there at all that day. 🎒 Though my initial plan was to take a quick look and leave, the dinosaurs were too delightful to pass up, and I ended up staying longer than expected.
As I roamed around, I noticed a group of school kids gathered at an exhibition styled like the Jurassic era. Some were busy sketching dinosaur bones or jotting down notes. 🦕 Among these kids, I bet a few will grow up to create movies like Jurassic Park or discover dinosaur fossils in remote places.
I don’t like dinosaurs!
One kid grumbled, reminding me that the world needs musicians and politicians too. 🎶 Maybe the universe is designed to distribute roles in a way that keeps everything balanced. Did you know that the education department annually surveys students who want to become paleontologists, and it’s always 3.2%? (Just kidding!) If that were true, I’d probably be living life even more carefree than I do now.
Feeling a bit peckish, I stopped by the museum café for a chicken wrap, lemon cake, and an Americano. The wrap tasted like cold cardboard, the cake was overly sweet, and the coffee was strong enough to jolt me awake. ☕️ It reminded me of an American friend teasing a British friend, asking if they had any distinctive dishes. The British friend just laughed awkwardly, and I thought, ‘Guess not.’ Honestly, I can’t recall any memorable meals from my time in England. Even the fish and chips I tried there were overshadowed by the ones I had at Waterbar in San Francisco (highly recommended!). It’s funny, considering fish and chips are supposed to be a signature dish. 🍟
Of course, even if the food isn’t great, England does have 221B Baker Street. 🕵️
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