Sunday, June 10, 2012
'Ello England 3.5.12
All said and almost done, the end came much too quickly. At this point I have tons to look forward to for when I come back, but I will miss the lake, downtown Metz, my position in society as an adult (aka having a glass of wine with a nice dinner), certainly some great people I have gotten to know: Tony, Caroline & Pooja, as well as the other graduates of whom I'm sure I'll get to see in a few semesters. I'll miss getting to go to the pick up games of soccer, and basketball, and having an overall great time with my roommate, Brenna. I'm going to miss going to French parties and socializing over dinners as best I could, and even just saying bonjour on the street. And undoubtedly I'll miss the opportunities to travel so frequently with so little hassle! But alas, I'm definitely ready to start saving up again for my next adventure. So France, adieu.
Trip homeward.
I had plenty of luggage but I did meet several of people who were remarkably helpful! The first was a man I sat next to on the train. I ended up giving him extra metro tickets that I had, since I would not be back to Paris anytime too soon. He in return left his luggage with his wife and helped me carry mine up a set of stairs and point me to a short cut to my connection station. It certainly was going to be a long day for traveling... but personally time has become a rather meaningless thing. I'm glad I did not wait too long before I went to find my train, because Eurostar required me to go through French and British customs. I ran all my bags through the medal detector, and of course there was a Roman knife in the one. They had me take it out- and for a moment I was very afraid they would not allow me to take it! They consulted with each other and a young girl working on duty tested the sharpness of the blade on her arm, then folded into an assassin's position with the knife. She caused the mood to lighten so the manager allowed me to take it through. I was so grateful!
And I must say... what a wonder! I felt like Bruce Almighty when he starts hearing all these prayers- when everyone on the train is speaking English for once, I couldn't help but to hear every word of any conversation within ear shot! Getting from St. Pancreas to Paddington station in London was a breeze to be honest. And even making my connection from Newton Abbot to my final destination of Paignton at 6:30 was quite easy. I have been loving the British accents and the properly dressed English people. It's quite charming!
Brixham 3.5-8.5.12
Elise was right there waiting for me the moment I got of the
3 car train from the Newton Abbot connection. I got to meet her mother-in law,
Sandra, who’s quite lovely, and often has many interesting things to talk
about. I really appreciated this opportunity to get to know the newest
additions to the Skura family. Everyone
is so busy with their individual lives- and I mainly speak for myself, if I
have learned anything from traveling so much, it’s the importance of family and
friends. Family is great because there is this unbreakable bond that time
cannot touch. Friends are good too, because they can be as strong as family
bonds, but that is optional and hopefully friends choose to mutually
acknowledge that although distance and time might prevent a more tangible
friendship, but the small world affect will at some point bring them back
together at some time in the future.
Elise toured me around Friday while everyone else was at
work. We walked down to the Battery Gardens, Fishcombe cove, and Breakwater.
Brixham was a fortification for Britain during the World Wars. I love being by
the sea. I don’t care where nor what time of the year. It literally washes away
any tension, and brings remarkable peace to anyone who will listen to it. The
coastline in Brixham… well a pictures worth a thousand words.
I got to meet Phillip, Dave’s twin brother. He came down to
the local restaurant with us Friday night for dinner and a drink. We all got to
know each other, talk, and have fun with the table assets.


After that we made it a point to go into Paignton and see
The Avenger’s in a pretty decent theatre. The sold candy variety by the pound,
so I got to try a bunch of different types. It made me realize how much credit
we give to some candies that are particularly good. The Avenger’s…. might have
been my most enjoyed movie of all at the time that I watched it. That is, I’ve
never felt so thrilled after seeing a film. It was action packed, visually
appealing, and purely entertaining. I was laughing or waiting at the edge of my
seat for the entire two and a half hours. Brilliant humor. Not all of it
particularly witty, however, just played off really well. The actors did a
great job with their characters.



At the end of most evenings the family gathered in the
living room for a show of the night. I felt pretty nicely exposed to some
English television. One show in particular was Swedish/Danish, The Bridge. It
was not in English, but it was accompanied by subtitles, and I absolutely envy
the female cop character for her down to earth logic. Like Bones, only a more
severe case.
Guard House (1802) where they watched over the fort drawbridge |


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