Wicked . .

Stop rolling your eyes at all of the west-end shows I've been seeing. I'm American and I like American shows, so get over it.

I've seen Wicked in L.A., New York, and now London.

I have to say that seeing Wicked with British accents was charming. "Dancing through life" will never quite measure up to "dawncing through life." Trust me, there's a difference between the two.

Elphaba's voice in London was the most amazing sound I've ever heard live. I'd go again just to hear her . . sigh.

Legally Blonde . .

Legally Blonde, need I say more?

Okay, I probably do need to say more. A friend, who I respect, saw the show a few months ago and really loved it. Her recommendation was enough for me. I hadn't seen the movie then but I had a pretty good idea of what it might be like. The music was outstanding and it was ridiculously entertaining on all levels.

It was, what is was and I enjoyed every minute of it.

Windsor Castle . .

I visited the Queen's weekend home. I just loved what she's done with the place and the fluffy hat soldiers were a nice touch too.

It turns out we have way more in common than I thought. After watching this video you'll know why.

La Iglesia . .

I've heard some say that there is a church on every corner in Utah. Next time I hear that, I'll ask, "Have you been to Europe?"

I have visited many churches during the six weeks that I've been here so far. The churches are ancient and represent much of the history and culture of worship that once saturated this land and the lives of it's people. Now it seems they are crowded with tourists, photography and admission prices.

The churches are ornate and detailed to say the least. Everything about them is massive, and even suffocating. The style and custom craftsmanship represents work and dedication to God. I am always impressed by every carefully built square inch of the buildings.

On Sundays I attend The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

I leave my house at nine a.m. and return home at three p.m. During that time I walk, ride a train, and walk some more, attend a sacrament meeting, teach a sunday school class, attend a priesthood meeting, walk, ride a train, and walk some more.

When I started attending the Clapham Common Ward six weeks ago I knew exactly what the meetings would be like, but I didn't know how much I would learn from other church members and especially from those I teach in the gospel principles class.

They are amazing.

Jersey Boys . .

If you don't think you know who the Four Seasons are, then I'll tell you that you do. Because you do.

"Sherry," "Walk Like a Man," "Oh What a Night" . . ringing a bell? Even if it's not, you've heard their songs on commercials at the very least.

The acting was solid and the singing was record quality. The show made me love their music even more because I learned how the group formed, fell apart, reformed and transformed into what it was in the end.

As I watched their story, I saw how and why they wrote their songs. Context is powerful.

More than anything, I'm just happy to know why "Big Girls Don't Cry."

Hampton Court . .

Music men . .

The changing of the guard in London is beautiful. The soldier's uniforms are majestic, they march in front of Buckingham Palace, and play shiny gold instruments - that's why it's beautiful.

Sure, they exclusively play American hits and you expect that at any moment they'll start playing the Star Spangled Banner followed by fireworks shot from behind the palace, but if you don't listen to the music, it's a completely British experience.