Hello again! I'm back with another long winded reminisce about my time abroad. This time, I want to talk about an adventure I had at the start, traveling outside of London for the first time to Bath and Stonehenge. Like London, these were places I'd been to before, years earlier. But it was incredible to rediscover these destinations that I'd only skimmed the surface of before, and it was even more incredible to capture the beauty in a much more complete way thanks to the skills (and the camera) I've acquired since then. I had an amazing time on this trip and it really instilled a sense of adventure and exploration for me and set the tone for the rest of my travels.
I ventured to Bath with a group sponsored by my school, so I was with a lot of the people I take classes with. We took a long and peaceful bus ride out of London and north to Somerset, and I watched through the windows (on the wrong side of the road) as the tall buildings melted into shorter ones and the shorter ones into lush greenery along the roadway. I was, as I would be so many times throughout the day, reminded of the last ride I took along these roads. I spent a lot of the trip very introspective, reflecting on the person I was then and how far, and not so far, I’ve come in those years.
A few hours of greenery and self contemplation later, we stepped off the bus in the middle of Bath, right in front of the Royal Crescent. We admired and took photos, then took a scenic walk through the city up to the Roman Baths. The baths were just as I remembered them, ancient and breathtaking. I wandered through uneven pathways and across balconies in a hundred faced shades of beige and imagined, exactly as one is supposed to, the lives of those who inhabited this impossibly old city in its prime.
I also thought about how incredible of a location this was for taking tons of photos.
After the baths I wandered around the back streets and took more photos, and caught a few more of the sights before it was time to get back on the bus and head to the middle of nowhere, England, aka. Stonehenge.
If Bath was impossibly old, Stonehenge isn’t even on the radar. No one even knows how those rocks got there! Stonehenge is eerie and fascinating, and as we stood making light of these incredible formations, a giant ominous storm cloud rolled in. It was pretty much the scariest, most incredible thing I ever experienced. It was as if the spirits of the stones themselves were trying to tell us their story. As we made our way down the long path toward the bus, the heavens opened up and it rained like I’ve never seen it rain in America! We ran for it, with no umbrellas, no jackets, no protection. My glasses got blurry from the deluge in seconds and I blindly stumbled onto the bus, as saturated as I would have been from jumping into a pool.
The ride home was quiet and dark, and I could say that I thought about how excited I was to be adventuring like this for the next few months, or how incredible it felt to be experiencing life at its most exciting, but really I just napped the whole way home as the heating dried my hair and my clothes.