Hello everyone!
I have officially made it in one piece to Spain. It has been a bit of a rocky ride getting here, though. Let me begin by telling you about our journey so far. Okay, here we go.
I woke up early Monday morning to an excited phone call from Charlie who graciously informed me that it was finally my day to head out on my adventure. He then headed over to my house at 8am to spend the day with me. Unfortunately for him he had to deal with me being a stress ball. He, of course, was patient and supportive as always. Our flight got delayed from originally at 7 to 11:30 at night so I spent the day worrying about cancellations. It was a good day, though. Saw people before I left and spent the day hanging out double checking all my luggage and just trying to relax before take off. I told Charlie he didn't have to stay the extra time because it got pushed to so much later but because he is needlessly good to me he even took me to the airport to say goodbye. Now you may be wondering why the title of this post is the sisterhood of the travelling hat. I will explain. My lovely coworkers decided to buy me Indiana Jones gear for my trip. They insisted on me at least taking the hat and getting a picture of me wearing it on the dig site. Because I love them oh-so-much I took the hat even though there was no room in my bag. Therefore we had to take turns wearing it throughout the airports on our way here. We are now the sisterhood of the travelling hat. It suits us well, I think. Anyhow, our flight took an extra two hour detour to avoid the ash cloud so we flew over Greenland. Because i can't sleep on planes I got the opportunity to see sheets of ice lining the ocean. At first it looked like clouds until I look a little closer and noticed the separation between the broken ice sheets. It covered thebocean surface in an artistic swirl and added a sense of mystery to the bland blue water which was all that wad visible for hours. At least it added mystery for me. There is something about being up North that causes an uncomfortable, but not bad, sense of the unknown. I kept secretly hoping I would see some kind of marine life although i'm sure I was too high up to see anything. I wish I had attempted to take a photo but I was too tired to think of it at the time. When we touched down in London I felt like clapping I was so glad to get off the plane. As exhausted as we were we checked into or hotel and headed straight to the train station to go to Arundel to check out the castle. The train ride itself was worth the price of the ticket. English countryside is how I always imagined it to be. It s enchanting, really. Rolling hills and fields and breath takingly beautiful. The castle stole the show, though. It was gigantic and I could've spent an entire day there. The grounds alone were nothing like I've seen before. There was an old medieval keep and the stairs were narrow, steep, winding and would not have passed saftey tests in canada. I remember the castle but I hardly remember our trip around Brighton I was too exhausted. I promptly fell asleep at 9pm tuesday night. Today the airport was a zoo. Maybe it was because of all the ashcloud stuff but it's a miracle we caught our flight. We got a little lost wandering the streets of menorca but we made it to our residency safe and sound. Menorca is the most beautiful place I have ever seen. It looks like some kind of paradise or out of a fantasy novel. Anyway we didn't do a whole lot today but check out the streets and small shops. It is 11:30 here and we are due to wake up at 6:30am so I am going to go now. I hope everything back home is going well. Feel free to leave a comment just be sure to sign your name so I know who you are. I miss and love you all!
- Liz
I have officially made it in one piece to Spain. It has been a bit of a rocky ride getting here, though. Let me begin by telling you about our journey so far. Okay, here we go.
I woke up early Monday morning to an excited phone call from Charlie who graciously informed me that it was finally my day to head out on my adventure. He then headed over to my house at 8am to spend the day with me. Unfortunately for him he had to deal with me being a stress ball. He, of course, was patient and supportive as always. Our flight got delayed from originally at 7 to 11:30 at night so I spent the day worrying about cancellations. It was a good day, though. Saw people before I left and spent the day hanging out double checking all my luggage and just trying to relax before take off. I told Charlie he didn't have to stay the extra time because it got pushed to so much later but because he is needlessly good to me he even took me to the airport to say goodbye. Now you may be wondering why the title of this post is the sisterhood of the travelling hat. I will explain. My lovely coworkers decided to buy me Indiana Jones gear for my trip. They insisted on me at least taking the hat and getting a picture of me wearing it on the dig site. Because I love them oh-so-much I took the hat even though there was no room in my bag. Therefore we had to take turns wearing it throughout the airports on our way here. We are now the sisterhood of the travelling hat. It suits us well, I think. Anyhow, our flight took an extra two hour detour to avoid the ash cloud so we flew over Greenland. Because i can't sleep on planes I got the opportunity to see sheets of ice lining the ocean. At first it looked like clouds until I look a little closer and noticed the separation between the broken ice sheets. It covered thebocean surface in an artistic swirl and added a sense of mystery to the bland blue water which was all that wad visible for hours. At least it added mystery for me. There is something about being up North that causes an uncomfortable, but not bad, sense of the unknown. I kept secretly hoping I would see some kind of marine life although i'm sure I was too high up to see anything. I wish I had attempted to take a photo but I was too tired to think of it at the time. When we touched down in London I felt like clapping I was so glad to get off the plane. As exhausted as we were we checked into or hotel and headed straight to the train station to go to Arundel to check out the castle. The train ride itself was worth the price of the ticket. English countryside is how I always imagined it to be. It s enchanting, really. Rolling hills and fields and breath takingly beautiful. The castle stole the show, though. It was gigantic and I could've spent an entire day there. The grounds alone were nothing like I've seen before. There was an old medieval keep and the stairs were narrow, steep, winding and would not have passed saftey tests in canada. I remember the castle but I hardly remember our trip around Brighton I was too exhausted. I promptly fell asleep at 9pm tuesday night. Today the airport was a zoo. Maybe it was because of all the ashcloud stuff but it's a miracle we caught our flight. We got a little lost wandering the streets of menorca but we made it to our residency safe and sound. Menorca is the most beautiful place I have ever seen. It looks like some kind of paradise or out of a fantasy novel. Anyway we didn't do a whole lot today but check out the streets and small shops. It is 11:30 here and we are due to wake up at 6:30am so I am going to go now. I hope everything back home is going well. Feel free to leave a comment just be sure to sign your name so I know who you are. I miss and love you all!
- Liz
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