August 26, 2014

The London Eye

Yesterday, I mentioned my mom's fear of heights at the White Cliffs of Dover. She spazzed out while having her feet firmly planted to the ground and the side of the cliffs being 50 feet away, so you can imagine what I was prepared for when we bought our tickets for the London Eye. For a split second I thought my mom was going to skip out on the experience all together, but surprisingly, the London Eye was way easier than the white cliffs.

I knew before boarding our flight to England that I wanted to ride the giant ferris wheel, and even my mom was considering it. We also knew that if we were going to do it, it had to be a nice, clear day so we could really enjoy the views. After having countless days of nice weather, a rarity across the pond, I knew we didn't need to push our luck any farther, so I convinced my mom that today was the day. We took the train to Waterloo and grabbed some lunch on the South Bank before purchasing our tickets and grabbing our place in line. We waited about 30 or 45 minutes, which was enough time for my mom to get really wigged out and for me to do a lot of convincing, but I managed to get it across to her that she would regret it if she didn't ride the Eye and who knows if she would ever get a chance to ride it again. This really was a once-in-a-lifetime experience for us, and thankfully my mom realized that and boarded our pod despite being a nervous wreck.

Once we were loaded up, the doors were shut, and my mom had a spot on the bench in the center of the pod, it was smooth sailing. She kept her head down and eyes closed during the ride up while I wandered around the pod taking photos, but when we got to the top of the wheel and were on our way back down, my mom was able to take in the views with me. And when our ride was over, we were both so happy that we were able to experience something so cool together. It just wouldn't have been fun if I had to do this by myself.

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