The last day we were in London, we took a quick road trip to a town called Sherbourne, where G's grandfather served during WWII. Sherbourne is about 2 hours outside London, and we had a busy day planned, so we left very early in the morning. And I promptly fell asleep. I awoke to G smacking my leg and exclaiming, "Hey look! It's Stonehenge!" I was like, wha???
I knew it was in England (I'm not that geographically challenged). But whenever I saw it on TV, it looked like it was so remote. I just assumed it was located on some sea cliffs somewhere, covered in fog. But no, it's right next to the highway!
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| This picture shows how close people are allowed to get to it. See them on the sidewalk in the background? |
For about 10 minutes, we were "those tourists." We screeched into the parking lot, ran alongside the fence and took pictures. Then ran back to the car and dashed away!
I waxed all spiritual and philosophic for a moment and told G, this just goes to show you that you never know that the day holds. What life holds. We got up today and had no idea that we were going to see STONEHENGE of all things!
Maybe there's a surprise in store for you today as well. :)
((As a sidenote, I have my first personal training session tonight at 8:00. I don't know how in the world I will summon the energy necessary for that. I told G that I'm definitely going to drink a cup of coffee this afternoon. He was like, "You better make it a whole pot." Wish me luck.))
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