Finally our last day in Paris had arrived. We explored the cobbled streets surrounding our hotel and discovered a fruit vendor showcasing his mangos, strawberries, bananas, etc. We purchased some of the fresh strawberries and few pastries from a nearby bakery--creating a delicious breakfast.
Mum had an inkling to sail the Seine River. Boarding a Cruise, we hit the water and sailed past such historical places as Notre Dame, the tunnel where Princess Diana tragically died, and the mansion where Marie Antoinette was held before being executed during the French Revolution. The trip was very peaceful, and as mom scurried from side to side, snapping pictures, I rest on the bench by the window, musing.
Interesting: A local baker immediately knew we were foreigners because we were smiling! In general, the French do not look happy--and wedding rings are a rarity. When we did see them, they usually belonged to tourists!
Well, evening came and so was the closing of our trip. The next morning we awoke early, took a ride on a shuttle, and checked in at the airport. Shortly after, we were ushered onto the plane and flown safely back to Seattle where my wonderful daddy was there to pick us up and drive us back to good ol' Salem, Oregon for a nice Mexican Food dinner (Mum and I were going through Mexican Food withdrawals--they had no mexican food overseas! lol).
Thanks so much for reading my blog. If you have any questions or would like to see more pictures, just let me know and I'll be glad to share!
Ta Ta!
Kaitlin
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Lessons Learned in the Big Cities of Paris and London
I thought I leaned more towards being a big city girl--like living in a flat, and working in a cute boutique and being surrounded by friends (you know how they glam it in the movies...)--but when I was in places like London and Paris, I longed for the simpleness...the country...for home. The biggest lessons I learned is that there is really no place like home and that I want a simple life--a nice little home with a nice backyard and garden for me to keep with the children God may give me one day...but alas, only God knows my future!
While at the Louvre, I kept thinking to myself how these things--these treasures--will mean nothing in the end. We can't take them with us to Heaven. It made me question my motives in life...am I storing up my treasures in Heaven or on Earth?
As you may have noted, by Paris, I was already homesick. I'll I could do was count down the days till we boarded the plane to take us back to our family--it seemed like forever since I last saw the familiar sights of a place I didn't realize was so close to my heart till being hundreds of miles and an ocean apart.
While at the Louvre, I kept thinking to myself how these things--these treasures--will mean nothing in the end. We can't take them with us to Heaven. It made me question my motives in life...am I storing up my treasures in Heaven or on Earth?
As you may have noted, by Paris, I was already homesick. I'll I could do was count down the days till we boarded the plane to take us back to our family--it seemed like forever since I last saw the familiar sights of a place I didn't realize was so close to my heart till being hundreds of miles and an ocean apart.
Polly Vu Frances? (spelled how it sounds!)
After checking into our hotel, Hotel Tourisme, mum and decided to take a look around. Our hotel was only a short walk from the Eiffel Tower, which was incredible to see. Afterwards though, I must admit I was homesick enough to say, "Okay, I've seen the Eiffel Tower, I'm ready to go home." Paris didn't steal my heart like the English countryside and Scotland. It was dirtier, and everyone looked unhappy as they sat in the outside cafes, smoking and drinking. Mum and I were also scared to really go to far from the touristy places. We had the idea of taking a train to the country, but it was really expensive--in fact, Paris was extremely expensive in general. A little magnet that is around 2 bucks back in the states, was anywhere between 6 to 8 euros, which comes to about 10 to 12 bucks. Outrageous. Mom and I did extremely well navigating through the Metro system (thanks to our training in London!) and had no hiccups getting from point A to point B. The language barrier made us feel very isolated in Paris, indeed, we only had each other for conversation now. France reminded me even more of New York than London--and the guys there scared me--they didn't seem like nice men...(After returning-because I am now home-my mom's friend said she had watched this movie called "Taken" and thought of us the whole time. My mom and I were curious and rented it. If we had seen this movie before going, I don't know if I would have gone. The movie was about human trafficking and violent, etc., but I would almost recommend women planning to travel abroad to see it. My friend said it would probably make them paranoid, but I think it would make them cautious!)
Anyways, we visited the Louvre and were able to see the famous Mona Lisa. It was behind 2 plates of glass--very protected. I also viewed the largest painting I have ever seen...wow. In Paris, they really love the naked human body, so I don't really remember seeing much more as my eyes were fixed to the marble/wood floors of the Louve. That type of stuff makes me uncomfortable. Thus, I enjoyed the British Museum much more.
Following that we had a nice lunch at a cafe. Dehydrated, a milkshake sounded wonderful and we ordered a raspberry flavored delicacy--costing us 5.90 Euros. A few minutes later, the drink was brought to us--it was like a small in size and was literarly a milk shake. It was just milk with blended raspberries. What a letdown! After experiencing such disappointment (jk!) we decided to take a little rest in our hotel room. Mum read her book, and I read more of North and South. I had a hard time putting that thing down! I finished it just a 2 days after returning.
Anyways, we visited the Louvre and were able to see the famous Mona Lisa. It was behind 2 plates of glass--very protected. I also viewed the largest painting I have ever seen...wow. In Paris, they really love the naked human body, so I don't really remember seeing much more as my eyes were fixed to the marble/wood floors of the Louve. That type of stuff makes me uncomfortable. Thus, I enjoyed the British Museum much more.
Following that we had a nice lunch at a cafe. Dehydrated, a milkshake sounded wonderful and we ordered a raspberry flavored delicacy--costing us 5.90 Euros. A few minutes later, the drink was brought to us--it was like a small in size and was literarly a milk shake. It was just milk with blended raspberries. What a letdown! After experiencing such disappointment (jk!) we decided to take a little rest in our hotel room. Mum read her book, and I read more of North and South. I had a hard time putting that thing down! I finished it just a 2 days after returning.
Last Day in London
Our last day in London we didn't really have any specific plans, just kept things simple. We did a bit of window shopping while just walking and walking...and walking around London, had a nice lunch at Pret a Manger (a ploughman's sandwich which was amazing!), and walked to Kensington Palace to check out where some members of the royal family live. Afterwards we went to our favorite Marks and Spencer to get some food for that evening and tomorrow's breakfast before heading to the airport. I was craving Vi's mandarin trifle and found something that looked similiar, but it wasn't half as good...bummer.
Our alarm clock went off at 5am the next morning and up we got, dressed we soon were, and awaiting our taxi downstairs with our packed luggage were we within a hour (that sentence is just awkward! lol) The taxi took us to the Earl's court station where we caught the Piccadilly line to Heathrow Airport. To be safe, mom got us there hours early, so during the wait I started Elizabeth Gaskell's North and South (sooooo wonderful and now a favorite--I liked it better than the BBC movie which is saying something!). Air France airlines got us into France around 2 in the afternoon. Oh Pairee!!!
Our alarm clock went off at 5am the next morning and up we got, dressed we soon were, and awaiting our taxi downstairs with our packed luggage were we within a hour (that sentence is just awkward! lol) The taxi took us to the Earl's court station where we caught the Piccadilly line to Heathrow Airport. To be safe, mom got us there hours early, so during the wait I started Elizabeth Gaskell's North and South (sooooo wonderful and now a favorite--I liked it better than the BBC movie which is saying something!). Air France airlines got us into France around 2 in the afternoon. Oh Pairee!!!
Back in London
Once leaving Scotland, we drove to Woking where we caught a 40-minute train to London. Getting into the city later that evening, mum and I decided we didn't want to hassle with tubes and called a taxi (imagine mum flagging a taxi like in the movies...I wish! It was just waiting outside the station). For our final 3 days in London, our accommodations were the Youth Hostel at Holland House in Holland Park. Imagine my fright when the taxi cab dropped us off outside the darkened park telling us we had to drag our luggage through the shady looking alley's to make it to our beds for the night. I was frightened. Mum called the Hostel's reception desk and got a hold of the man, but he wouldn't come out to make sure we would make it safe (not a gentleman in my opinion!)--although he did assure us that the walk was not far. Puffing ourselves up with acting courage, mum and I walked assertively through a gated walkway and indeed, the Hostel's door was not far (thank goodness). We checked in and pulled our luggage up 2 flights of stairs to a room shared with 10 other beds. Ah-ha how unrestful! lol
Waking up the next morning we met some of our roomies--women from places like Germany, New Zealand, Spain, etc. This Youth Hostel offers a free breakfast (very unusual) so we took them up on it and had an okay breakfast (Vi and Carol--and even Mrs. Galloway really spoiled us! lol). Today's goal was to see the British Museum. Guiding ourselves on 3 different tube lines, we located the museum and got to work at seeing the ancient artifacts of Egypt, China, and our European ancestors. I felt like Evelyn Carnahan in the movie "Mummy" as I examined the remnant's of the Pharaoh's. It was quite fascinating! Did you know they even mummified their cats! Cats were considered precious and even like gods! (I love my cats, but they are certainly far from godhood! haha)
After we had seen as much as we could possibly take in, we were exhausted and wanted an excuse to sit down without having to return to our hostel. What about seeing a movie? Star Trek it was! Something interesting: You actually pick your seats like when going to a play--and they check your ticket stub and direct you to your seat! So we sat in row K, and our seats were in the middle. Besides the usual unnecessary things common in today's movies, the picture was very exciting and since I'm a Star Trek fan, I enjoyed the movie a lot. I had to tell Kevin right away cause I felt bad seeing it without him cause he's like the biggest fan ever! (but it was the only movie playing at that particular hour that was decent!) At the end of the movie, I was ready to see it again, or better yet, have it just go on and on with a new adventure for the crew. But alas, it was time to return to the hostel for another nights somewhat restful sleep.
Waking up the next morning we met some of our roomies--women from places like Germany, New Zealand, Spain, etc. This Youth Hostel offers a free breakfast (very unusual) so we took them up on it and had an okay breakfast (Vi and Carol--and even Mrs. Galloway really spoiled us! lol). Today's goal was to see the British Museum. Guiding ourselves on 3 different tube lines, we located the museum and got to work at seeing the ancient artifacts of Egypt, China, and our European ancestors. I felt like Evelyn Carnahan in the movie "Mummy" as I examined the remnant's of the Pharaoh's. It was quite fascinating! Did you know they even mummified their cats! Cats were considered precious and even like gods! (I love my cats, but they are certainly far from godhood! haha)
After we had seen as much as we could possibly take in, we were exhausted and wanted an excuse to sit down without having to return to our hostel. What about seeing a movie? Star Trek it was! Something interesting: You actually pick your seats like when going to a play--and they check your ticket stub and direct you to your seat! So we sat in row K, and our seats were in the middle. Besides the usual unnecessary things common in today's movies, the picture was very exciting and since I'm a Star Trek fan, I enjoyed the movie a lot. I had to tell Kevin right away cause I felt bad seeing it without him cause he's like the biggest fan ever! (but it was the only movie playing at that particular hour that was decent!) At the end of the movie, I was ready to see it again, or better yet, have it just go on and on with a new adventure for the crew. But alas, it was time to return to the hostel for another nights somewhat restful sleep.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
A Sad Day: Our Last Day in Scotland
Packing up our bags and having our last Scottish breakfast, mum and I hit the road early--leaving Denny behind and setting our sights on Edinburgh Castle before leaving Scotland for England again.
Edinburgh Castle was having some repairs/etc. done to the most exciting parts of the Castle, so we didn't really enjoy it as we should have. The view from the top was amazing though. The war museums were also very interesting--sorry you couldn't have been there dad. Mum kept commenting on how great Scottish men were (she's married to one!). In one of the buildings of the Castle, a man of staff took a shining to mum and was trying to impress her with information about Scottish History. He asked mum a question and she rattled off all she knew about what we had learned during our visit--and the next thing I know, he reached for his walkie talkie and said "Security--get this lady a uniform, we need to start her immediately. She's about 5'9, 5'8, petite build..." Mum and I both giggled and got a kick out of it, especially mum. Inside that same building were books of Scottish men and women who have served in Scottish Forces--from the army, to airforce, to navy, etc. The only force we saw Saunders in was the Airforce--neat considering that both my dad and uncle were in the US Airforce!!
Once we left Edinburgh, we drove and drove to Jedburgh which is on the border of Scotland. The staff at the tourist office were so nice. They gave us these certificates showing we had visited Scotland for our keepsake.
Leaving Edinburgh, we planned next to go to NewCastle. We didn't realize how big Newcastle was--it's like a huge college city. Mum drove in and then wanted to drive out--traffic was crazy and everyone was in a hurry. We were glad to leave although we didn't get to hear the unique accents. :( When in Jedburgh I had purchased a Sound of the Music cd for 10pence at a little store--so mum and I sang the Hills are Alive! to get us to York where we checked into our Youth Hostel.
The York Hostel officially made me not the biggest fans of hostels. The girls in our room were so wordly I didn't feel safe. We took to the streets to see the city and went to Whackers to taste their famous Fish and Chips. Mum didn't care so much for her's because there was no tartar sauce, but mine weren't too bad. That night we probably got a few hours of sleep--but when we discovered that we worth both awake around 4:40ish and not sleepy, we left the room and went for a drive. We came back to the Hostel around 7ish to pack up and get out of there lol then went back downtown to explore some more. We went to Betty's Tea Room which is quite popular. I ordered the full tea for mum and I to share and mum also got the hot chocolate which was a little too rich for my taste but she loved it. The full tea came with a roasted chix sandwich, a smoked sandwhich (although good, it didn't look cooked!), a scone with clotted cream and strawberry jam (delicious) and some yummy house tea. Half way through our late breakfast, a pianist came in and started playing "All I Ask of You" from the Phantom of the Opera. It just made my morning. :) Oh, the full tea also came with a mini coffee chocolate coffee cupcake which was delicious!!! a lemon macaroon filled with yorkshire lemon curd, and a fruity custard cake. The service was extremely slow and our waitress never checked on us--we had to wait forever to get the bill until I finally flagged down one of the young ladies clearing tables around us. I think our waitress could tell we weren't VIP customers' and was busy...? Although the tea and select items were good, the service was disappointing.
From there we drove through Nottingham (Robin Hood) and Derby (Mr. Darcy from P&P) but they were just big cities which mum was scared to drive and I don't blame her. We were able to see reminents of Sherwood Forest during our drive to locate the iconic place--but no sight of Sir Guy!! hahaha (Kevin just contested my spelling of Sir Guy, thinking it was Gai (what?), but after some online research, well...as you noticed, my spelling hasn't changed! lol).
I'll continue the rest of our journey later....later alligator~!
Edinburgh Castle was having some repairs/etc. done to the most exciting parts of the Castle, so we didn't really enjoy it as we should have. The view from the top was amazing though. The war museums were also very interesting--sorry you couldn't have been there dad. Mum kept commenting on how great Scottish men were (she's married to one!). In one of the buildings of the Castle, a man of staff took a shining to mum and was trying to impress her with information about Scottish History. He asked mum a question and she rattled off all she knew about what we had learned during our visit--and the next thing I know, he reached for his walkie talkie and said "Security--get this lady a uniform, we need to start her immediately. She's about 5'9, 5'8, petite build..." Mum and I both giggled and got a kick out of it, especially mum. Inside that same building were books of Scottish men and women who have served in Scottish Forces--from the army, to airforce, to navy, etc. The only force we saw Saunders in was the Airforce--neat considering that both my dad and uncle were in the US Airforce!!
Once we left Edinburgh, we drove and drove to Jedburgh which is on the border of Scotland. The staff at the tourist office were so nice. They gave us these certificates showing we had visited Scotland for our keepsake.
Leaving Edinburgh, we planned next to go to NewCastle. We didn't realize how big Newcastle was--it's like a huge college city. Mum drove in and then wanted to drive out--traffic was crazy and everyone was in a hurry. We were glad to leave although we didn't get to hear the unique accents. :( When in Jedburgh I had purchased a Sound of the Music cd for 10pence at a little store--so mum and I sang the Hills are Alive! to get us to York where we checked into our Youth Hostel.
The York Hostel officially made me not the biggest fans of hostels. The girls in our room were so wordly I didn't feel safe. We took to the streets to see the city and went to Whackers to taste their famous Fish and Chips. Mum didn't care so much for her's because there was no tartar sauce, but mine weren't too bad. That night we probably got a few hours of sleep--but when we discovered that we worth both awake around 4:40ish and not sleepy, we left the room and went for a drive. We came back to the Hostel around 7ish to pack up and get out of there lol then went back downtown to explore some more. We went to Betty's Tea Room which is quite popular. I ordered the full tea for mum and I to share and mum also got the hot chocolate which was a little too rich for my taste but she loved it. The full tea came with a roasted chix sandwich, a smoked sandwhich (although good, it didn't look cooked!), a scone with clotted cream and strawberry jam (delicious) and some yummy house tea. Half way through our late breakfast, a pianist came in and started playing "All I Ask of You" from the Phantom of the Opera. It just made my morning. :) Oh, the full tea also came with a mini coffee chocolate coffee cupcake which was delicious!!! a lemon macaroon filled with yorkshire lemon curd, and a fruity custard cake. The service was extremely slow and our waitress never checked on us--we had to wait forever to get the bill until I finally flagged down one of the young ladies clearing tables around us. I think our waitress could tell we weren't VIP customers' and was busy...? Although the tea and select items were good, the service was disappointing.
From there we drove through Nottingham (Robin Hood) and Derby (Mr. Darcy from P&P) but they were just big cities which mum was scared to drive and I don't blame her. We were able to see reminents of Sherwood Forest during our drive to locate the iconic place--but no sight of Sir Guy!! hahaha (Kevin just contested my spelling of Sir Guy, thinking it was Gai (what?), but after some online research, well...as you noticed, my spelling hasn't changed! lol).
I'll continue the rest of our journey later....later alligator~!
Second Day in Scotland
Friday, after another filling breakfast which included Haggis (like peppery sausage, but when you know what it's made of, it is hard to eat!), we drove to Perth where Scone Palace is. On the way, Mum and I broke out in a "Irish Lullaby"...too bad there isn't a "Scottish" lullaby so that we could have been geographically correct. Mum and I were trying to guess how they pronounced 'Scone'--was it like the scone you eat? According to the staff, it's pronounced 'Scoone'. This was mum's and mine's favorite Palace/Castle. The family, Murray's, still live in the Palace in the upper floors and their are pictures of them throughout the grand rooms. The Scone Palace once claimed ownership of the Stone of Destiny (make me think of King Arthur for some reason). Kings and Queens are crowned on the Stone of Destiny which is now located at Edinburgh Castle. England borrows the Stone for ceremonial functions, and will do so whenever either Prince Charles or Prince William will be crowned in the future. Scone Palace was opened up to the public in 1966 (probably because the family needed the financial boost). The Palace hosts a large star-like shaped maze. Mum and I went inside, thinking our minds could get us to the exit--but all we got was lost! I started joking that we were never going to get home in tribute to mum haha.
Mum and I loved Perth. In fact, everyone is Scotland, even just random people walking by, are sooo friendly. For instance, we'd be in line at a grocery store and ask the cashier advice on how to get to our next destination, and they would leave their post, walk us outside, and give us directions. Overhearing customers would even wait to help as well. Perth had great shops and a lovely little bakery where mum and I tried several delicious pastries! Yum!
After we left Perth, we figured we had just enough time to drive to Edinburgh and see the much anticipated castle located in the popular city. In case you're looking for a new term to describe how a car can be affected by the wind on the motorway, we have just the one for you thanks to mum--it's called "Fish Knife". By combining the two phrases "Fish Tail" and "Jack Knife" we now have a term to describe the occurance of both. :)
On the way to Edinburgh, we drove through Corosterphine (spelling?) and saw a few shops lining the street that we just had to check out. According to mum's calculation, we had enough time to get a bit of shopping in and still see the castle. We parked in a residential area (with permission from the homeowner) and walked over to our intended destination. In one of the shops I found a Doris Day cd!! Doris Day of all artists--so I bought it being a fan and mum and I listened to it later on the road.
When we came back to our car a little later, we discovered that someone had hit the driver's side mirror and left it dangling with no information, etc. It was very upsetting. Not only did we think we'd have to get a new car, but this pretty much ruined the rest of our plans for the day. After making some calls and checking out the mirror, mum discovered that she was able to put it back together herself, and when driving it to a local agency, the agent was even able to electronically move the window (you know, like the up, down, left, right function on the door panel). So, we were relieved to find we could keep the car and get on with the rest of our day. Now that we didn't have enough time to do Edinbugth Castle justice, we opted to drive by the ruins of the Linlithgow Castle not too far away. We got there just in time to snap a few pictures and then went back to our comfortable B&B.
Mum and I loved Perth. In fact, everyone is Scotland, even just random people walking by, are sooo friendly. For instance, we'd be in line at a grocery store and ask the cashier advice on how to get to our next destination, and they would leave their post, walk us outside, and give us directions. Overhearing customers would even wait to help as well. Perth had great shops and a lovely little bakery where mum and I tried several delicious pastries! Yum!
After we left Perth, we figured we had just enough time to drive to Edinburgh and see the much anticipated castle located in the popular city. In case you're looking for a new term to describe how a car can be affected by the wind on the motorway, we have just the one for you thanks to mum--it's called "Fish Knife". By combining the two phrases "Fish Tail" and "Jack Knife" we now have a term to describe the occurance of both. :)
On the way to Edinburgh, we drove through Corosterphine (spelling?) and saw a few shops lining the street that we just had to check out. According to mum's calculation, we had enough time to get a bit of shopping in and still see the castle. We parked in a residential area (with permission from the homeowner) and walked over to our intended destination. In one of the shops I found a Doris Day cd!! Doris Day of all artists--so I bought it being a fan and mum and I listened to it later on the road.
When we came back to our car a little later, we discovered that someone had hit the driver's side mirror and left it dangling with no information, etc. It was very upsetting. Not only did we think we'd have to get a new car, but this pretty much ruined the rest of our plans for the day. After making some calls and checking out the mirror, mum discovered that she was able to put it back together herself, and when driving it to a local agency, the agent was even able to electronically move the window (you know, like the up, down, left, right function on the door panel). So, we were relieved to find we could keep the car and get on with the rest of our day. Now that we didn't have enough time to do Edinbugth Castle justice, we opted to drive by the ruins of the Linlithgow Castle not too far away. We got there just in time to snap a few pictures and then went back to our comfortable B&B.
First Day in Scotland
Mom and I woke up after a restful night of sleep to the sound of a rooster outdoors--no wonder the B&B was called Woodcockfauld's!! We came downstairs where Mrs. Galloway served us a traditional Scottish Breakfast which consisted of: An over easy egg, piece of bacon, a pork sausage, a piece of fried bread (fried in bacon grease), a friend tomato, a few fried mushrooms, a hashbrown triangle thingy (lol), orange juice/coffee/tea, regular toast with your choice of strawberry jam, orange marmalade or honey. It was quite filling.
Our first stop was Stirling Castle. Along the way, Navi malfunctioned and I had to do a manual override--shutting her done. I felt like Jordie shutting down Data (for all you Next Generation Star Trek Fans). The palace section of Stirling Castle was closed much to our disappointment, but the weather was beautiful and warm despite the strong winds. To tide us over at the castle, mum and I tried some toffee icecream from a little cart parked outside and it was the best icecream I've had in a while. Stirling Castle staff, to make up for the closure, opened up Argyll's Lodging, a grand historic house just yards from the castle. Our guide, Ross, talked about the living habits and traditional uses for rooms, etc. According to him, the Scottish pint is/was 3 times larger than the English's. The house itself wasn't as interesting as we thought it would be. Mum and I prefer castle's and homes which are still lived in--it gives them more life lol. In Stirling, we also visited the shops (of course!) and tried the famous Irn Bru--not my most favorite thing in the world. First, I don't like pop because the fizz hurts my tongue--so I was in real pain when sipping the most carbinated drink I've ever had in my life. Mum says Champagne is pretty carbinated too, but even my older brother, when trying the bru, was suprised at how much it made him burp! hahahahaha Just had to share that little tid bit!
Next we drove to the William Wallace Monument (Braveheart!!!). Kate (my sis in law), our hiking in Silver Creek Falls was good training for the trek that awaited me in pursuit to reach the top of the mountain where the Wallace Monument stands. (Mum opted not to go up--not really her thing). The climb, though strenuous, was beneficial in 3 ways...it helped me work off that fat loaded Scottish breakfast (haha), afforded me the pleasure of seeing the blue bell covered hill sides, and got me to the top. When I began scaling the narrow stairs within the Wallace Monument, I began to feel a bit quesy (vertigo!). I made it to the first landing, where, fortunately, Wallace's sword was on display--if it had been up on the second landing, I don't think I could have made it! That's right, I didn't climb the 269 steps, but did get to see Wallace's 66 in. sword (the blade itself is 52 in.). Historians presume that Wallace must have been at least 6'6 feet tall in order to yield the formidable weapon.
After doing a bit of shopping, we spotted a Beefeater's (like an Applebee's), had supper, and called it an early night.
Our first stop was Stirling Castle. Along the way, Navi malfunctioned and I had to do a manual override--shutting her done. I felt like Jordie shutting down Data (for all you Next Generation Star Trek Fans). The palace section of Stirling Castle was closed much to our disappointment, but the weather was beautiful and warm despite the strong winds. To tide us over at the castle, mum and I tried some toffee icecream from a little cart parked outside and it was the best icecream I've had in a while. Stirling Castle staff, to make up for the closure, opened up Argyll's Lodging, a grand historic house just yards from the castle. Our guide, Ross, talked about the living habits and traditional uses for rooms, etc. According to him, the Scottish pint is/was 3 times larger than the English's. The house itself wasn't as interesting as we thought it would be. Mum and I prefer castle's and homes which are still lived in--it gives them more life lol. In Stirling, we also visited the shops (of course!) and tried the famous Irn Bru--not my most favorite thing in the world. First, I don't like pop because the fizz hurts my tongue--so I was in real pain when sipping the most carbinated drink I've ever had in my life. Mum says Champagne is pretty carbinated too, but even my older brother, when trying the bru, was suprised at how much it made him burp! hahahahaha Just had to share that little tid bit!
Next we drove to the William Wallace Monument (Braveheart!!!). Kate (my sis in law), our hiking in Silver Creek Falls was good training for the trek that awaited me in pursuit to reach the top of the mountain where the Wallace Monument stands. (Mum opted not to go up--not really her thing). The climb, though strenuous, was beneficial in 3 ways...it helped me work off that fat loaded Scottish breakfast (haha), afforded me the pleasure of seeing the blue bell covered hill sides, and got me to the top. When I began scaling the narrow stairs within the Wallace Monument, I began to feel a bit quesy (vertigo!). I made it to the first landing, where, fortunately, Wallace's sword was on display--if it had been up on the second landing, I don't think I could have made it! That's right, I didn't climb the 269 steps, but did get to see Wallace's 66 in. sword (the blade itself is 52 in.). Historians presume that Wallace must have been at least 6'6 feet tall in order to yield the formidable weapon.
After doing a bit of shopping, we spotted a Beefeater's (like an Applebee's), had supper, and called it an early night.
Leaving Ledbury and Scotland bound!!!
Mom and I awoke to a wonderful breakfast and doggie kisses from Tigger and Ringo. Carol wished us luck on our next leg of the journey and had even packed us a lunch for the road!!! Mom and I were full of gratitude for her kindness and mom got tearful again. God so blessed us with such wonderful and gracious hosts!
Our first stop was in Lancaster to try and find some area dedicated to the Walton's, my mother's side of the family. Lost in Hornby, we finally had to give up and head back to the Motorway.
Next was Gretna Green. Pulling into the parking lot, we were shocked by the sight of the huge highlander cows. As I was trying to snap some pictures of the large creatures, mom was trying to lull them to the car by moo calling them which frightened me!!! I have to admit, the Gretna Green Museum wasn't what I had expected--it was worth stopping in Gretna Green, but I don't think I would repeat the museum.
Entering Scotland, the rolling highland hills called my name. Besides the English countryside, Scotland now has a special place in my heart. The vast open greenery scattered with farm houses, sheep, and cows brought a peace to me. In answer to my uncle's question: as mom's confidence grew--so did her speed--she laughed in the face of a roundabout!!! hahahaha We had to fill up our Jetta and mum got some diesel fuel on her hand--and feared that it's pungent smell would forever be attached to her skin. The price of diesel per liter was 109.8 which was about $8.18 US dollars per gallon according to my mom's calculations.
Our Scottish Bed and Breakfast was in Denny, a small little town just outside of Stirling. During the drive, I read aloud and dramatised Jane Austen's "The Watson's", a book I purchased at the Jane Austen Centre in Bath. It was a novel she started in Bath but never completed--mom thinks because she was depressed after her father's death and that of having to remain in Bath, a place she didn't care to much for.
One of the quotes for the day was from my chocoholic mom:
"Well, it looks like there's going to be a lot of new food to try [in Scotland], some I've never even heard of...like...Glasgow Fudge" (as I sat there prepared to hear her mention Scotland unique food and drink items like Haggas and Irn Bru) lolololololol
The other was:
"We're pirates of the highway--give us all your booty" (as she pretended to signal the Marks and Spencer off the road so we could search it for her favorite chocolate mint bars) haha
Mom started to loose her confidence in Navi--who wouldn't warn us off a turn and we had to use our intuition to figure which way to go...so mom said "Why didn't she warn us...the little brat!" Navi was like the third party in our trip.
We checked into our B&B and opted for a relaxing evening in the homey accomodations. The B&B had such large rooms and Mrs. Galloway was so sweet and had such a cute accent!!
Our first stop was in Lancaster to try and find some area dedicated to the Walton's, my mother's side of the family. Lost in Hornby, we finally had to give up and head back to the Motorway.
Next was Gretna Green. Pulling into the parking lot, we were shocked by the sight of the huge highlander cows. As I was trying to snap some pictures of the large creatures, mom was trying to lull them to the car by moo calling them which frightened me!!! I have to admit, the Gretna Green Museum wasn't what I had expected--it was worth stopping in Gretna Green, but I don't think I would repeat the museum.
Entering Scotland, the rolling highland hills called my name. Besides the English countryside, Scotland now has a special place in my heart. The vast open greenery scattered with farm houses, sheep, and cows brought a peace to me. In answer to my uncle's question: as mom's confidence grew--so did her speed--she laughed in the face of a roundabout!!! hahahaha We had to fill up our Jetta and mum got some diesel fuel on her hand--and feared that it's pungent smell would forever be attached to her skin. The price of diesel per liter was 109.8 which was about $8.18 US dollars per gallon according to my mom's calculations.
Our Scottish Bed and Breakfast was in Denny, a small little town just outside of Stirling. During the drive, I read aloud and dramatised Jane Austen's "The Watson's", a book I purchased at the Jane Austen Centre in Bath. It was a novel she started in Bath but never completed--mom thinks because she was depressed after her father's death and that of having to remain in Bath, a place she didn't care to much for.
One of the quotes for the day was from my chocoholic mom:
"Well, it looks like there's going to be a lot of new food to try [in Scotland], some I've never even heard of...like...Glasgow Fudge" (as I sat there prepared to hear her mention Scotland unique food and drink items like Haggas and Irn Bru) lolololololol
The other was:
"We're pirates of the highway--give us all your booty" (as she pretended to signal the Marks and Spencer off the road so we could search it for her favorite chocolate mint bars) haha
Mom started to loose her confidence in Navi--who wouldn't warn us off a turn and we had to use our intuition to figure which way to go...so mom said "Why didn't she warn us...the little brat!" Navi was like the third party in our trip.
We checked into our B&B and opted for a relaxing evening in the homey accomodations. The B&B had such large rooms and Mrs. Galloway was so sweet and had such a cute accent!!
Our Day Out with Carol
Hey I'm back to continue the austen adventurer's tale...and I guess I'll start right where I left off at:
Carol thought it'd be fun to get theater tickets while in Malvern and mum and I agreed. We had been hoping to see something theatrical while abroad. A play named "Billy Liar" was showing at the Malvern Theater and we purchased tickets for it. More about that play but first--Carol took us to the city center of Ledbury. It was a beautiful little town with black and white buildings and old cobbled streets (reminded me a little of Salisbury but smaller). We decided to hit the shops, but wanted a bite to eat (for strength naturally! haha) We settled on an upstairs restaurant called Cafe Sez which is owned by a Frenchman. Mom ordered Carrot and Orange Soup (which was tasty!), Carol ordered a goat cheese with red onion, etc. sandwich (wonderful!), and I had the best tuna sandwich I have ever had (besides my Grandma's!). The Frenchman came out and served it to us--and I think he took a liking to mum! He gave us a complimentary chocolate dessert which was very rich. Full of renewed strength, we went shopping. With arms full and several hours past, we made our way back to Carol's car. Carol had the idea of going by the poet Elizabeth Browning's house and I'm glad she did. The area was beautiful. The house, which is privately owned, is called Hope End. Because it was privately owned, we were only able to drive up to it, and then had to leave (but I was able to snap a few photos in the process). Since the day was turning into evening, we headed back to Carol's house for dinner.
After a wonderful supper and a homemade smoothie, we hurried to change our outfits for the play. We arrived with time to spare and found our seats. The play, Billy Liar, was first made famous by Albert Finney as the lead (you can see an older Albert in the movie Big Fish with McGregor). The story is about a young man who has a problem with lying and gets himself into trouble with girlfriends, his work, and his parents. It was wonderfully acted--most of the stars are regularly seen on UK Television. The man who played the father did one of the voices on the latest Wallace and Grommit movie; another actor was in the miniseries Cranford.
Carol thought it'd be fun to get theater tickets while in Malvern and mum and I agreed. We had been hoping to see something theatrical while abroad. A play named "Billy Liar" was showing at the Malvern Theater and we purchased tickets for it. More about that play but first--Carol took us to the city center of Ledbury. It was a beautiful little town with black and white buildings and old cobbled streets (reminded me a little of Salisbury but smaller). We decided to hit the shops, but wanted a bite to eat (for strength naturally! haha) We settled on an upstairs restaurant called Cafe Sez which is owned by a Frenchman. Mom ordered Carrot and Orange Soup (which was tasty!), Carol ordered a goat cheese with red onion, etc. sandwich (wonderful!), and I had the best tuna sandwich I have ever had (besides my Grandma's!). The Frenchman came out and served it to us--and I think he took a liking to mum! He gave us a complimentary chocolate dessert which was very rich. Full of renewed strength, we went shopping. With arms full and several hours past, we made our way back to Carol's car. Carol had the idea of going by the poet Elizabeth Browning's house and I'm glad she did. The area was beautiful. The house, which is privately owned, is called Hope End. Because it was privately owned, we were only able to drive up to it, and then had to leave (but I was able to snap a few photos in the process). Since the day was turning into evening, we headed back to Carol's house for dinner.
After a wonderful supper and a homemade smoothie, we hurried to change our outfits for the play. We arrived with time to spare and found our seats. The play, Billy Liar, was first made famous by Albert Finney as the lead (you can see an older Albert in the movie Big Fish with McGregor). The story is about a young man who has a problem with lying and gets himself into trouble with girlfriends, his work, and his parents. It was wonderfully acted--most of the stars are regularly seen on UK Television. The man who played the father did one of the voices on the latest Wallace and Grommit movie; another actor was in the miniseries Cranford.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
The beautiful area of Herefordshire
The next morning we woke up to another wonderful breakfast and prepared to set off to explore the places which have now become fast favorites with me.
First, Carol took us to her church--Castle Frome. It has been there for hundreds of years and is simply lovely. She took us down a secret little path to show us where the area's castle is presumed to have been located. When returning to the church I noticed that one of the tombstones had the surname of Saunders!!! And another said Walton!!! What a coincidence!! Grandma's last name was Walton, and of course, my last name is Saunders!!!
Herefordshire is simply lovely at this time--all the flowers are in bloom and it reminded me of why England has such a special place in my heart (besides all the lovely people I have met since coming to this grand country). Next, Carol took us to Mormon Pond. I didn't actually think it was of the religion Mormon but it had a plaque from someone within the Mormom church giving history. The pond was quite lovely, and having to see mum stradel (spelling?) the fence (like Anne Elliot in Persuasion) was quite entertaining. :)
The only water that Queen Elizabeth II will take when she takes a journey is Malvern Water--and mum and I have tasted it! After driving us through Malvern, Carol took us up in the hills to taste the oh so clean and wonderful tasting drink. It also gave us a chance to see the beautiful blue bells that cover the foresty hills of most of England. Also while in Malvern, we picked up theater tickets to see a play!!!
I'll write more soon. My internet time is up and it is quite expensive here! Please know that we are safe and will be back in London tomorrow! Can't wait to tell you more about our time with Carol and our adventures in Scotland!!
Hugs!
Kaitlin
ps I'll also have more pictures--just don't have enough time to add them as well!!!!
First, Carol took us to her church--Castle Frome. It has been there for hundreds of years and is simply lovely. She took us down a secret little path to show us where the area's castle is presumed to have been located. When returning to the church I noticed that one of the tombstones had the surname of Saunders!!! And another said Walton!!! What a coincidence!! Grandma's last name was Walton, and of course, my last name is Saunders!!!
Herefordshire is simply lovely at this time--all the flowers are in bloom and it reminded me of why England has such a special place in my heart (besides all the lovely people I have met since coming to this grand country). Next, Carol took us to Mormon Pond. I didn't actually think it was of the religion Mormon but it had a plaque from someone within the Mormom church giving history. The pond was quite lovely, and having to see mum stradel (spelling?) the fence (like Anne Elliot in Persuasion) was quite entertaining. :)
The only water that Queen Elizabeth II will take when she takes a journey is Malvern Water--and mum and I have tasted it! After driving us through Malvern, Carol took us up in the hills to taste the oh so clean and wonderful tasting drink. It also gave us a chance to see the beautiful blue bells that cover the foresty hills of most of England. Also while in Malvern, we picked up theater tickets to see a play!!!
I'll write more soon. My internet time is up and it is quite expensive here! Please know that we are safe and will be back in London tomorrow! Can't wait to tell you more about our time with Carol and our adventures in Scotland!!
Hugs!
Kaitlin
ps I'll also have more pictures--just don't have enough time to add them as well!!!!
We're baaaccckkk!
I apologize for my lack of blogging the past few days. In our previous location, I had no internet connection!
To continue from where I left off at...
On our way to Ledbury we decided to drive through Bristol--a mistake--the amount of traffic was stressful indeed! We decided just to exit the large Portland like city as soon as possible. A spur of the moment decision took us to Wales where we visited the ruins of Chepstow castle which was first erected in the 1300s. It must have been a grand place indeed. The people in Wales were so nice and kind, mum instantly loved the small village. It was surprising to see both Welsh (is that Wales' language) and English on the information signs. When passing by a local pub, it said the "Hairy Bikers" were going to be cooking up something that night. That didn't sound appetizing at all!!!! Carol later explained that the Hairy Bikers are quite famous and travel all around cooking things. The English have such interesting titles/names!!!
Later that evening we were overjoyed to arrive at Carol Beaver's beautiful estate in Castle Frome, about five miles from Ledbury. We were instantly greeted by the lovely Carol and the two men of her house, Ringo and Tigger--her adorable dogs. Birchend Lodge, Carol's garden lovely home, has quite an interesting history. It was built in the mid 19th century (I believe) by a neighboring farmer for his mistress! Carol suggested we have a refreshment after such a long drive, and we tried what is called an elderflower cordial (always makes me think of Anne of Green Gables when I hear cordial...hope I'm spelling it right!). She added a little lemon/water to it and it was quite lovely. For dinner she cooked coronation chicken--proving my assumption that the British truly are superior--especially in cooking. Mum and I have been very fortunate that both of our wonderful host's have provided us with traditional English cooking and it is quite delicious! I am a fan. Carol--just wanted to give a quick shout out to you for being sooo wonderful and making us feel right at home. Thank you also for giving up of your time to show us around--we so appreciated you!! Can we adopt you into our family as well as the Slaters? Like Carol said, we feel as if we arrived at both stops as strangers, and left as friends. :) After discussing the next days activities with Carol, mum and I headed off to a very restful sleep. Aahaaaaaahhhhhhh
To continue from where I left off at...
On our way to Ledbury we decided to drive through Bristol--a mistake--the amount of traffic was stressful indeed! We decided just to exit the large Portland like city as soon as possible. A spur of the moment decision took us to Wales where we visited the ruins of Chepstow castle which was first erected in the 1300s. It must have been a grand place indeed. The people in Wales were so nice and kind, mum instantly loved the small village. It was surprising to see both Welsh (is that Wales' language) and English on the information signs. When passing by a local pub, it said the "Hairy Bikers" were going to be cooking up something that night. That didn't sound appetizing at all!!!! Carol later explained that the Hairy Bikers are quite famous and travel all around cooking things. The English have such interesting titles/names!!!
Later that evening we were overjoyed to arrive at Carol Beaver's beautiful estate in Castle Frome, about five miles from Ledbury. We were instantly greeted by the lovely Carol and the two men of her house, Ringo and Tigger--her adorable dogs. Birchend Lodge, Carol's garden lovely home, has quite an interesting history. It was built in the mid 19th century (I believe) by a neighboring farmer for his mistress! Carol suggested we have a refreshment after such a long drive, and we tried what is called an elderflower cordial (always makes me think of Anne of Green Gables when I hear cordial...hope I'm spelling it right!). She added a little lemon/water to it and it was quite lovely. For dinner she cooked coronation chicken--proving my assumption that the British truly are superior--especially in cooking. Mum and I have been very fortunate that both of our wonderful host's have provided us with traditional English cooking and it is quite delicious! I am a fan. Carol--just wanted to give a quick shout out to you for being sooo wonderful and making us feel right at home. Thank you also for giving up of your time to show us around--we so appreciated you!! Can we adopt you into our family as well as the Slaters? Like Carol said, we feel as if we arrived at both stops as strangers, and left as friends. :) After discussing the next days activities with Carol, mum and I headed off to a very restful sleep. Aahaaaaaahhhhhhh
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
We're on the Move!
Yesterday mum and I explored the historical city of Bath. We got up very early and left the Bath Hostel and parked downtown. First we visited Waitrose, a grocery store, where we purchased things for breakfast. Afterwards we were first in line at the Jane Austen Home on Gay Street. Outside stands a wooden figure of a woman (probably meant to be Jane). Inside we watched a movie about Jane Austen Fanatics until the tour guide took us into another room where she filled us all in on the history of Jane, and interesting information about her family. From there we were lead to another section that housed tid bits about her time period, pictures from various Austen films, and replica's of clothing worn in that time period. There was even a film hosted by Amanda Root (the actress in my favorite version of Persuasion) where we talked about Jane and expectations of the time period. I was very interested to hear about a book Jane started in Bath but never finished, called "The Watsons". I purchased a book that contains her unfinished works, including that one, and hope to start it on our way up to Scotland or on the plane when we return to the states. After leaving the Austen museum, we did a spot of shopping before visiting the Roman Baths. Mum and I went swimming in the cross bath. The water was so nice and warm, but it was kinda cold and windy when we got out so I was chilled to the bone and my hair was all wet--I wonder what Englanders think of wet hair in public? :) We figured there wasn't much more to see and went off to the car to hopefully make it before our time was up (if we hadn't, it's a 25 pound overcharge!).
I will have to finish this blog later as our new host has finished up some unexpected business and is going to be showing us around. Ta Ta for now!
I will have to finish this blog later as our new host has finished up some unexpected business and is going to be showing us around. Ta Ta for now!
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Oh Brother, we're in Bath!
Well friends--this morning Vi provided us with another wonderful breakfast and then we headed off to church with the Slaters. The Salvation Army parishioners were so inviting and kind--we had a very nice time. Mum and I were able to meet Elliot and Caitlin with a "C" whom Vi regularly watches. They were adorable!
After church we hurried home for a very traditional Sunday lunch of Roasted Beef and Yorkshire pudding. It was amazing! And then she brought in dessert! Trifle I believe it was--so yummy and similiar to my favorite orange creme icecream in taste.
With our stomach's full of wonderful food, mum and I begrudginly said goodbye to Keith and Vi so that we could see the rest of the UK and remain on schedule. We followed Keith to the M4 exit leading to Bath and waved goodbye.
I can say with much relief that I was actually able to take my eyes off the road while mum was driving today. The roads were so well marked and mum, with added confidence, was able to handle the road quite well. We arrived in Bath around 3:30 and checked into the once Italian Villa on Bathwick Hill now a YHA (Youth Hostel of America). It is more low-key compared to our London YHA accomodations, but will do for the night. I believe the bathrooms are co-ed, so I will not be taking a shower tonight thank you very much.
Tomorrow mum and I will check out the Jane Austen Museum on Gay Street, the Roman Baths, and our favorite, M&S!!!!
Ta Ta for now!
Kaitlin
After church we hurried home for a very traditional Sunday lunch of Roasted Beef and Yorkshire pudding. It was amazing! And then she brought in dessert! Trifle I believe it was--so yummy and similiar to my favorite orange creme icecream in taste.
With our stomach's full of wonderful food, mum and I begrudginly said goodbye to Keith and Vi so that we could see the rest of the UK and remain on schedule. We followed Keith to the M4 exit leading to Bath and waved goodbye.
I can say with much relief that I was actually able to take my eyes off the road while mum was driving today. The roads were so well marked and mum, with added confidence, was able to handle the road quite well. We arrived in Bath around 3:30 and checked into the once Italian Villa on Bathwick Hill now a YHA (Youth Hostel of America). It is more low-key compared to our London YHA accomodations, but will do for the night. I believe the bathrooms are co-ed, so I will not be taking a shower tonight thank you very much.
Tomorrow mum and I will check out the Jane Austen Museum on Gay Street, the Roman Baths, and our favorite, M&S!!!!
Ta Ta for now!
Kaitlin
Photos are still out of commission
Hey Folks--
Well, the electronics provided at the Bath Hostel, at which we are now safely checked into, do not have the ability to let me download photos straight from the camera, or insert the camera's memory stick. So...readers, you must wait a little longer to see mum and I in actino!
Well, the electronics provided at the Bath Hostel, at which we are now safely checked into, do not have the ability to let me download photos straight from the camera, or insert the camera's memory stick. So...readers, you must wait a little longer to see mum and I in actino!
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Sorry no Pictures at this point!
They are classified at this moment!
Jk! Jk! The computer I'm working at does not allow me to download the pictures...but tomorrow night when we are in Bath hopefully the computer's there will give me the green light to post some of the moments from our journey to connect with my blogs.
Hope you're all doing well and I miss you!
Kaitlin
Jk! Jk! The computer I'm working at does not allow me to download the pictures...but tomorrow night when we are in Bath hopefully the computer's there will give me the green light to post some of the moments from our journey to connect with my blogs.
Hope you're all doing well and I miss you!
Kaitlin
Windsor Castle
This was also a favorite for Mum and I! The castle is very large and extravagant. The grounds are beautiful and I must admit I took tons of pictures in preparation for what may be our next film!!! Inside were magnificant paintings, old books and writings from Queen Elizabeth, Sir Thomas Moore, etc...we even got to see Henry the VIII's battle armour. Other neat things we saw were gifts given to Queen Victoria from other country leaders--like crowns from Egypt, Amazon people, the cloak of Napoleon taken from his carriage, etc. In the castle is also Princess Margaret's humungous doll house equiped with everything in scale with Buckingham Palace.
K.S. Tours at your service!
Today Vi filled our stomach's with a lovely breakfast and then Keith guided us to see some wonderful places.
First was a magical church--one of only three that have a spiral (spelling?) and tower. It was like something out of a movie! The tombstones were so old and faded you couldn't even see the writing!
Next we went to the popular Stonehenge. You actually have to pay to get past the fence, which only takes you 3 feet further to a roped path were you can walk along and take pictures. Smartypants (us) just manuevered the camera through or over the fence and shot some pictures of it. I still wonder if possibly the giants placed those stones, they are big!
Afterwards, Keith drove us through the country and little towns. I feel like today I finally got to see the real England. It was just beautiful--the homes, the road, the countryside, the thatched roofs, etc.
We ended up in Salisbury pronounced "Salsbury" where K.S. (Keith Slater's) tour provided us with a booty (trunk) coffee and biscuit break before we headed into town for a spot of shopping. Did you know that coffee with cream is called "white coffee"? Now you do! In many ways, Salisbury reminds me of Mt. Angel accept bigger and with better shops. Mum even found a Pound store aka Dollar Store! NOOOOO!!! jk I was surprised to see she barely bought anything! We had lunch at Polly's Tea Shop and then saw Salisbury Cathedral. Wow! The top of the chapel spiral (spelling?) is 429 feet! I would not want to be up there!
Keith then drove us home a different path and we got home in time for a delicious home cooked meal by Vi. We ended the evening with Britain's Got Talent before heading off to bed (and to create this blog!) On the show was this guy who looked like a rocker came out with a high soprano woman's voice singing opera and his voice went higher than mine! It was gross! Mum admitted though as long as she closed her eyes, he sounded good.
I just want to give a shout out to Vi and Keith--they are absolutely wonderful and I can't thank them enough. They have really been the highlight of my trip thus far! Mum's too! She was so grateful and touched by their kindness today she cried after lunch...
PS Having been in England now about three days and being around the wonderful Vi and Keith, I am having trouble not talking in a British Accent. I found myself doing it all day today but had to stop myself because I just know someone will spot me as a fake!
Goodnight!
First was a magical church--one of only three that have a spiral (spelling?) and tower. It was like something out of a movie! The tombstones were so old and faded you couldn't even see the writing!
Next we went to the popular Stonehenge. You actually have to pay to get past the fence, which only takes you 3 feet further to a roped path were you can walk along and take pictures. Smartypants (us) just manuevered the camera through or over the fence and shot some pictures of it. I still wonder if possibly the giants placed those stones, they are big!
Afterwards, Keith drove us through the country and little towns. I feel like today I finally got to see the real England. It was just beautiful--the homes, the road, the countryside, the thatched roofs, etc.
We ended up in Salisbury pronounced "Salsbury" where K.S. (Keith Slater's) tour provided us with a booty (trunk) coffee and biscuit break before we headed into town for a spot of shopping. Did you know that coffee with cream is called "white coffee"? Now you do! In many ways, Salisbury reminds me of Mt. Angel accept bigger and with better shops. Mum even found a Pound store aka Dollar Store! NOOOOO!!! jk I was surprised to see she barely bought anything! We had lunch at Polly's Tea Shop and then saw Salisbury Cathedral. Wow! The top of the chapel spiral (spelling?) is 429 feet! I would not want to be up there!
Keith then drove us home a different path and we got home in time for a delicious home cooked meal by Vi. We ended the evening with Britain's Got Talent before heading off to bed (and to create this blog!) On the show was this guy who looked like a rocker came out with a high soprano woman's voice singing opera and his voice went higher than mine! It was gross! Mum admitted though as long as she closed her eyes, he sounded good.
I just want to give a shout out to Vi and Keith--they are absolutely wonderful and I can't thank them enough. They have really been the highlight of my trip thus far! Mum's too! She was so grateful and touched by their kindness today she cried after lunch...
PS Having been in England now about three days and being around the wonderful Vi and Keith, I am having trouble not talking in a British Accent. I found myself doing it all day today but had to stop myself because I just know someone will spot me as a fake!
Goodnight!
Jane Austen, my hero
Yesterday we visited the Jane Austen Home Museum in Chawton. Being there was surreal--walking through her house it finally dawned on me, Jane walked here! Jane touched this very railing! Jane wrote her wonderful stories at this desk! Across the street was Cassandra's cafe (named after Jane's beloved sister). That's where we tasted the not so hot Strawberry ice cream...
A Good Ol' Drive through London Town
People talked about their fears of driving abroad but after being assured by locals, we were brave enough to think our doubters were exaggerating. Well, they were--and they weren't. Driving the M Freeways has been fine - 3 to 4 lanes traveling in the same direction we can do. All you need to worry about is the more than occassional speedy driver. I think I can safely say that I have never been so stressed on the road or in a vehicle before. My arms were literally hurting from gripping the sides of the car as I calmly tried to tell my mom she was too close to the curb, about to sideswipe a pedestrian or car, or had about 2 seconds to take the correct exit--don't even get me started on roundabouts! My stomach was in knots the entire day as we adjusted to the English Road. When even tempted by ice cream later, I couldn't stomach the creamy treat (I have to be honest, it wasn't that good, tasted more like frozen milky yogurt...) In effort to calm myself I tried doing breathing exercises similiar to what pregnant mothers because my heart was beating so fast, but I nearly fainted! hahaha But we can laugh about it now and were during this ordeal! What good what I have been as a navigator had I been slouched over in my seat! I have driven in LA with six lanes, but the difference of merely driving on the other side of the road is something else! Mum's hands almost had to be be pryed from the steering well from clenching the device--it was terrifying! We thank God when we safely parked the car in front of the Slater's home.
Then there's the tomtom--the vehicle's navigation device. The voice is reminescent to the computer nemesis on the movie Eagle Eye. Mum and I felt as if we'd been "activated" as it commanded us to "keep right" or "take the next exit; at the roundabout, take the third exit". Then it would be silent for like 10 minutes or more and then startled us by shouting out in a loud voice "turn left!" Mum wishes it would be more encouraging...how about a "Great Job", "You're doing wonderful!" now and then? Well, I guess I'd be out of a job then since I'm supposed to do that! :)
I always thought London was home to the small european cars, but not anymore. Fords are common and we see lots of sedans, vans, and even saw a forerunner yesterday! And don't get me started on those tour buses...scary (said in my singy voice for Kevin)
Tomorrow we hit the road again--but this time armed with the invaluable advice of our host Keith who drove us around today and showed us the ropes. Mum feels much more confident! I'm only a bit nervous.... :)
LONDON - A Beautiful City
For those who dream of going to London and fear they will never make it - do not worry! London is oddly very similiar to Portland and New York -- it's just waaayyy bigger, has older buildings, and you'll hear every possible language. It's hard to tell who's a local or not because most are just visitor's just like us in the big city of London. Speaking of London, it has an intricate underground tube system akin to New York--but be weary of taking large quantities of luggage on a trip, because you'll have to carry it up and down the tube station stairs unless you get lucky and they have a "lift" or elevator. We thought we packed light with one large suitcase, a carry-on, and a purse...but then, mom's suitcase is probably 50lbs and when you carry that up and down the stairs what seems a dozen times or so...your arms can't take much more! (She can't take much more captain!...)
We stayed at the London Central Hostel on Bolsover Street (about 5 minutes from the Great Portland Street Tube Station). It was very nice and clean, and we shared a room with 5 other girls. We met one of them-Bell-who was from Australia. Two of her friends were with her. They've been working in Scotland (will do for about a year) and were taking a holiday in London for about 10 days. She was very nice, but the girls were quite the night owls. I think one of the nights the last girl wandered in about 3:30am (that was the morning we had to be up around 4:30am...) Overall it was a nice stay.
While in London, we discovered Westminster Abbey (we were going to have a look inside but the line was terribly long!), Big Ben (even better in person), the London Bridge (majestic), Buckingham Palace (we arrived by chance just when the changing of the guard was beginning--very neat! Too bad the Queen was in residence, because we thus could not go inside...Mum kept on pretending to see the Queen or Prince William--oh mum!), and we sailed on the Thames River (so peaceful and a great way to get around). We were going to go up on the London Eye, but decided that the delay of being able to land in our plane gave us all the opportunity we needed to see an arial view of the large city. I almost forgot to mention that we saw the Tower of London. It was my favorite. It was so interesting and our Beefeater guide was hilarious! He just made me laugh and mentioned the unusual aspects about the Tower and was so animated. He said that to become a beefeater, one has to have been in the army, navy or marines for 22 years at the least, be honest, have made a certain rank, be extremely good looking, have earned such and such awards/rankings, and have a six pack that will show through the uniform. Haha!
We've also done quite a bit of window shopping on Oxford Street--think Times Square accept much more shopping. The streets are crowded and filled with twenty-something year old Londoners looking for the newest fashions. Everyone in London dresses up--even if just in jeans. Women's fashions are black pant leggings with fashionable shirts, very short skirts, and lower neck tops. They look great, but if I had a man I wouldn't want him! Nor is it something I would wear! Since London is the main city in England and where shows, theater and movies take place, all the good looking people go there to be discovered, so it seems models are roaming the streets everywhere. Also, a lot of people smoke in London, which is kind of odd considering all the health warnings! The shops there were too spendy for us, but it was neat seeing the fashions.
A store our friend Graham recommended turned out to be a favorite of mum's and mines: Marks & Spencers aka M&S. We located their food department and they have sandwiches to go for such a reasonable price--very much in our budget and they are good! Mum had a salmon type sandwich just the other day--yummy...Kevin, you have to try it! lol We loved their baggettes with peanut butter! I LOVE peanut butter!
Yesterday we left London via these modes of transportation: Getting on the Great Portland Street Tube at around 5:50am (torture lugging around those suitcases!), got off at the Baker Street Tube and jumped on the Bakerloo and stopped at Waterloo where we bought train tickets to Woking. There we hired a taxi to take us to our car rental agency and picked up our Voltzwagon car. This is where our journey really began!...
We stayed at the London Central Hostel on Bolsover Street (about 5 minutes from the Great Portland Street Tube Station). It was very nice and clean, and we shared a room with 5 other girls. We met one of them-Bell-who was from Australia. Two of her friends were with her. They've been working in Scotland (will do for about a year) and were taking a holiday in London for about 10 days. She was very nice, but the girls were quite the night owls. I think one of the nights the last girl wandered in about 3:30am (that was the morning we had to be up around 4:30am...) Overall it was a nice stay.
While in London, we discovered Westminster Abbey (we were going to have a look inside but the line was terribly long!), Big Ben (even better in person), the London Bridge (majestic), Buckingham Palace (we arrived by chance just when the changing of the guard was beginning--very neat! Too bad the Queen was in residence, because we thus could not go inside...Mum kept on pretending to see the Queen or Prince William--oh mum!), and we sailed on the Thames River (so peaceful and a great way to get around). We were going to go up on the London Eye, but decided that the delay of being able to land in our plane gave us all the opportunity we needed to see an arial view of the large city. I almost forgot to mention that we saw the Tower of London. It was my favorite. It was so interesting and our Beefeater guide was hilarious! He just made me laugh and mentioned the unusual aspects about the Tower and was so animated. He said that to become a beefeater, one has to have been in the army, navy or marines for 22 years at the least, be honest, have made a certain rank, be extremely good looking, have earned such and such awards/rankings, and have a six pack that will show through the uniform. Haha!
We've also done quite a bit of window shopping on Oxford Street--think Times Square accept much more shopping. The streets are crowded and filled with twenty-something year old Londoners looking for the newest fashions. Everyone in London dresses up--even if just in jeans. Women's fashions are black pant leggings with fashionable shirts, very short skirts, and lower neck tops. They look great, but if I had a man I wouldn't want him! Nor is it something I would wear! Since London is the main city in England and where shows, theater and movies take place, all the good looking people go there to be discovered, so it seems models are roaming the streets everywhere. Also, a lot of people smoke in London, which is kind of odd considering all the health warnings! The shops there were too spendy for us, but it was neat seeing the fashions.
A store our friend Graham recommended turned out to be a favorite of mum's and mines: Marks & Spencers aka M&S. We located their food department and they have sandwiches to go for such a reasonable price--very much in our budget and they are good! Mum had a salmon type sandwich just the other day--yummy...Kevin, you have to try it! lol We loved their baggettes with peanut butter! I LOVE peanut butter!
Yesterday we left London via these modes of transportation: Getting on the Great Portland Street Tube at around 5:50am (torture lugging around those suitcases!), got off at the Baker Street Tube and jumped on the Bakerloo and stopped at Waterloo where we bought train tickets to Woking. There we hired a taxi to take us to our car rental agency and picked up our Voltzwagon car. This is where our journey really began!...
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