The concept of home and being rooted is one that I often struggle with. I don’t own a home (nor do I want to at this point) and I don’t own a car. For me I can be “home” wherever I am. I remember being in Turkey back in 2011. It was my first…
I’ve struggled to connect with England. I have always felt that connection with Ireland from the day I first set foot in the country. And I definitely bonded with Scotland. England has not completely won me over despite meeting some incredibly kind English folks along my travels. Yes. York was a city I connected with. It…
As I got further away from London and began to see the countryside of the Cotswolds I immediately relaxed. I felt I could breathe again. I’ve given you my impressions of London. But this week I had a conversation with a woman working in a shop in one of the Cotsowlds towns about London. She commented, “London…
I admit that while I booked time in London, I was ready to not like it. Big cities are not always my thing. Although oddly enough, I do like Paris. Cities such as Florence, Verona, Vicenza and now York are more my speed. All are simply smaller and more compact with great pedestrian-friendly zones. London…
It happened again. This time in York. I walk into the York Minster (the cathedral). I walk around a bit. Then I find a nice spot to sit and look up at the grandeur that is the York Minster. I was waiting for the Evensong that takes place each evening here. This is when…
As if walking the West Highland Way in Scotland (in fabulous weather) wasn’t enough, I had to then drive up to the Northwest of Scotland. Then I had to make my way to the Isle of Skye. Seriously? How does a wee country like Scotland (it’s about the size of South Carolina) have so much…
