Day 12: Highgate Cemetary, Hampstead Heath, Keat's House

So on Day 11 we went to Freud's house...I'm not really a Freud fan and I was still struggling with jetlag pretty bad.  Monday and Tuesday were definitely the worst.  Anytime I had to sit and be quiet between 10 and 2 I was liable to get suddenly exhausted.  Came to find out after Freud's house, when I confessed to falling asleep during the movie, that everyone had been watching me struggle to stay awake during class the last morning.  Claire counted how many times I nodded off, it was 7.
Day 12 was awesome though.

 This beautiful monument? APARTMENTS!!!

 All the people were like wow, tourists much?  But such a neat little park.  This is Hampstead Heath, which is apparently a term for park that people totally understand.

 I tried to be artsy fartsy...

 The monument to Karl Marx

George Elliot was the pseudonym of the woman who wrote Middlemarch and some other important books.  I really like this picture.  So I'm not so much about the picture taking but get me in a cemetery with some flowers and I get all instagram :P

Behold!  The house where John Keats wrote a lot of his poetry and wrote the letters to his beloved betrothed.  Our tour guide was so clearly in love with Keats that it was a little pathetic.  Sad life.  His mom pretty much abandoned the family and his grandmother raised them until she died.  Mom came back and raised them (3 brothers and 1 sister) until she died of TB which would also take the life of his brother later on.  He studied to be a doctor but decided to be a poet instead (rock on!!)  And he died of TB also, young and in Italy where his friends had sent him hoping that he would recover.  He was buried with an unopened letter from his fiance in his casket at his own request.  And on his tombstone was no name but "a man whose name was writ in water."  He never got to see his work become famous in his time.

For some reason we thought it was a good idea to take 320 step staircase in the underground instead of the lift and we were descending stairs for about 15 minutes straight.

YEAH!  Like a Potter boss!  We had to stop at Kingscross on the way home.