As we wandered London’s streets the first day, we came upon Big Ben. We had been so busy looking at street signs, and hadn’t noticed we were that close! It was a great reminder to be mindful of all that is around, at all times – and to travel and explore as much as possible.
they wish us welcome an elegant reminder chimes call for travel
Do all Americans fall for a British accent? I would imagine the answer is “absolutely yes.” Before I left for the UK, I told family and friends that, really, all I wanted to do on vacation was sit in pubs and listen to Londoners talk. We were eager to chat with everyone we met, and learn more about the city and British life. And eavesdropping was just lovely!
kinder gentlemen a tongue to never tire of king-like and lovely
As we walked along the river to Tate Modern, I noticed that the blue lights strung from the trees seemed to accentuate the sky. I couldn’t help but think of Van Gogh. Neither my amateur photography skills, nor my description, do the moment justice. Sometimes beauty cannot be explained.
While making our way from Buckingham Palace to Thames River, I happily gazed at the changing trees and fallen leaves. It was a beautiful time of year to visit London, and a moment to forever cherish. I knew then that London would never leave me.
leaving Buckingham fallen leaves snap beneath steps autumn in London
We stayed in London two nights in a row, but otherwise never spent the night in the same city twice. We wanted to see a lot of the UK, and that meant moving from place to place fairly quickly, and I wouldn’t change that. But during afternoon tea in Bath, we sank into our chairs and truly relaxed. We mindfully experienced the history and beauty of our surroundings.
steeped English breakfast though warm, an afternoon tea cools, calms busy minds
I traveled to England, Wales, and Ireland during the month of September. I have not been traveling as much as I like, and it truly inspired me to continue seeing more of the world.
I fed myself books and documentaries on anything British, Welsh, or Irish before I left. But I also read Narrow Road to the Interiorby the haiku poet, Matsuo Basho. In this book, Basho describes his travels throughout Japan.
Basho’s travel diary – or haibun – combines prose and haiku, which inspired me to write during, as well as after, my trip. I will be posting this writing beginning November 1st.