I realized two days into blogging about our travels that there was way too much to write about and it’s really hard to make your own fascinating travels interesting to others. I remember my friend Shari saying once that events in our life are often remembered as particular moments that represent the whole experience. Here are a few for this trip:
Walking up to the original Bodleian Library reading room and just smelling the books.
Having a 15 minute conversation with a fellow mother by the river at Stratford-upon-Avon. Her 2-year-old son Charlie was with her eating a very drippy ice cream cone, and I discovered through our conversation that we struggled with the same work vs. stay-at-home dilemmas. And her son sounded just like Harry of “Charlie bit my finger” fame.
Attending evensong at Westminster Abbey. It was, by far, one of the most moving spiritual experiences I have ever had.
The graying guy down by the river opening my beer with his teeth.
Sitting on a stoop in Oxford eating a tomato and brie quiche I bought at the local farmer’s market. It was one of the best things I ate in England.
Hoping on and off the tube our first day in London in search of things to “Drive by and Take a Picture Of” – a category on a list of suggested England activities that we originally laughed at until we realized how true it was. We found Jeremy Bentham in his hallway at University College London. And finished taking our pictures at Platform 9 3/4 in King’s Cross just as a Spanish couple rounded the corner and started exclaiming in spanish over finding it, just as we had done moments before.
Discovering rain in Oxford made me want to make tea, read a book and learn something. And at the end of the day, find a cozy pub and chat with friends over really great beer.