First of all, when I was planning this trip, my friend Sarah who hosted me asked me what I wanted to see. I told her that I wasn't interested in the royals or jewels, but I wanted to see Blake's drawings and watercolors at the Tate. THERE WAS A BLAKE RETROSPECTIVE AT THE TATE MODERN.
What are the chances?
And the people in London were exceptionally London-like.
The show was so overwhelming that we went out into the country the next day. The country estate we visited was EXACTLY what I imagined the country to be like. The house itself was old and shabby inside, and to be honest, I don't care much for fancy houses except the downstairs. I'm a downstairs kind of person, I declared. Sarah said that she would feel quite at home in charge. I imagined myself as Jane Eyre. Truly.
Did anyone else pretend that you were Jane Eyre, a poor orphan put upon by wicked relatives?
Those are apples on the ground, and they smelled like apples.
Have you had enough?
Because there were sheep, too.
To top it all off, we went to a pub afterward and had beer with STEVE REED, my blogger friend that I've "known" for nearly ten years.
Honestly, it felt like Steve was someone I'd known for real for many years. We talked about books and Brexit (I still don't what the hell Brexit is and why it even happened in the first place, but then again, who the hell knows why we have Trump, either, and how the hell that happened) and movies and laughed and had such a good time.
Stay tuned for Part 2: London and then Part 3: Rome