My Wonderful Day at Stonehenge

Stonehenge: I learned about it in Ron Morris' class at Bevill State in Hamilton. It was more than just a pile of rocks to me; it was about how time could be told; it was their calendar, their winter and summer solstice. Most of all, it was just plain cool! We walked to the Tube Station that morning, and then took the bus (or was it the other way around...) Anyway, we had train tickets to Salisbury. We rode the train there. We went to TNT Fireworks first since they are responsible for some of the scholarship money which the students received. It was neat, I guess. They fed us anyway, and Steve's speech was good. I didn't know that TNT originated in Florence, Alabama.

We rode on the bus, which looked sort of retro 70s to 80s. The bus driver was from hell, well, he drove like he was... But, we made it. We piled out of the bus from hell and went to Stonehenge. I was surprised that there was a major road right by it; however, it is a tourist attraction...I pictured it not being roped off. I have to say that I almost cried as I gazed upon it. It was so awesome, amazing, just the most wonderful thing I've ever laid my eyes upon. I couldn't believe that I was standing there amongst Stonehenge itself. I walked around slowly by myself, asking people to take photos of me; I also took many photographs of just the site itself. Beautiful. Here is a photo to capture the moment: my words just do not do it justice. The look on my face describes how I felt on this day:



Me at Stonehenge. July 22, 2011

Afterwards, I stopped at the gift shop and purchased a Lunar Eclipse black and white print, as well as some postcards. I also stopped and bought a jam and butter scone, and a cold Pepsi. Yeah, most drinks aren't that cold here, so I have to use that adjective. We got back on the bus from hell and went past Sting's house. Now, that was cool. Although, I couldn't get a photo of it because there was a huge hedge in front of the house, but it looked like stone, or some kind of rock exterior, as well as huge.

We rode on through Salisbury where the bus unloaded the group. We split up and walked to Salisbury Cathedral. It was also an awesome site; the only difference was that it didn't feel as holy as Westminster Abbey, or St. Paul's Cathedral felt for me because you could take photos inside. Still, I love cathedrals, and old churches in general.

Ashley, Hannah, and I ate at Boston Tea Party. It wasn't good at all. I got the fish finger sandwich; McDonald's fish sandwich would have been better. Oh well. There is a McDonalds by Kings St. Pancreas Station (if I named this correctly...) I know where it is. Dr. Bibbee commented: Did you get tea or baked beans? HAHA, he's right, because if you are eating Boston Tea Party, then, duh, baked beans, or tea, from Boston. So, I'll starve again. 7.95 pounds for that too. I eat and then I consider why the crap did I just waste my money on that?

So, we walked back to the train station. Caught the train. I slept like the dead on the way back; I actually felt cold and clammy. Sometimes it still feels so surreal, like I'm in this dream. I've lost days, I think on this trip. I look back at the photos that I've taken and think, oh yeah, i remember that day. We've been here almost 3 weeks, and it feels like it has only been a week and a half. I've been lost in the 9 1/2 at Paddington Station, I suppose. (A little Harry Potter humor)

We got off the train, and boarded a bus home; yes, home. It feels as if I live here now; I'm not certain how it is going to feel when I go home. Awesome, yes. Weird, yes. I live in this dorm now and it seems like I've been here a long time.

So, I'm back in my dorm, contemplating my wonderful day at Stonehenge. Oh, I almost forgot about the statue of the man on the bed in front of Salisbury Cathedral. Several of us: Jordan, me, Lacy, Hannah, took our photograph lying next to the statue. I could not hardly pose for this; I have not laughed this hard in a long time; it was SO funny. I guess you just had to be there.