Today took the train to York. York is a great town. The Romans, Vikings, Saxons, and Normans have all called York home, and it was a Catholic holdout during the establishment of the Church of England. It has a cool castle, a beautiful minster, and narrow cobblestone streets. We are staying in a convent for the evening. For the last several nights, we stayed in a room that slept 12 people, with only one other girl than us. The men in the room seemed to care very little for clothes or our our presence. It was interesting to say the least. And now here we are, in a convent. Linda and I have discovered the secret to life- deprivation. We were so grateful for our own room, a non gross bathroom down the hall, and a hot shower, it felt like the awesomest, most luxurious accommodation ever. I suppose the nuns would be glad of our lessons learned. We walked the walls in York, which was fun, and we went on a ghost tour in the most haunted city in the world. Zero ghosts cited, but it is a neat town to say the least. We turned in early, after having tea. :) Our room has two twin beds, side by side, and we decided we were Bert and Ernie. Linda says I am Bert.
2 comments:
I never thought a convent could sound so cozy! I'm glad you guys are enjoying your trip; it seems like you're packing in a lot of variety. Is the Hogwart's Express coming up soon? Marissa
I think some of life's lesson are only learned the hard way. Semi-affordable accommodations in London are obviously a misnomer. Sorry you & Linda had to suffer the fools.
Love you...Mam
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