Getting to the train today was a
learning experience when it probably shouldn't have been. I made the
rookie mistake of getting on the wrong tube line. I was getting on
the Direct line and didn't get off at Glouster Road where I'm pretty
sure I should have. The mistake I made was just getting on the first
train that showed up. Multiple trains show up in the same spot from
different lines. It's really not that confusing, but obviously it
can be a little bit. When I got on the tube train I asked the guy
sitting across from me if I was on the right line and if it went to
Euston. Technically I was on the right line, just going a different
route. Lucky for me this man (Johnny as I later found out) was
taking the same route. He was very kind and let me just follow him.
I have to say, being a social butterfly has been a huge help this
trip!
Arriving at the Euston train station, I
walked in and was immediately totally lost, dazed and confused.
Thank you for that saying Dad and Led Zeppelin, it fits perfectly.
However this time, instead of freaking out like the last time I was
totally lost in a train station, I went straight up to a person in a
uniform and asked what to do and where to go. Unlike Paris 2.5 years
ago, I understood quickly what to do and felt competent again in a
timely manner. From there on it was smooth sailing. I got on my
train and have been enjoying Jimi Hendrix and the English countryside
ever since.
The English countryside. That's
something I've seen a good amount of but haven't really touched on
that much to my memory. It is absolutely gorgeous. The amount of
green and sheep (not one in the same) is astounding. I mean of
course there is brown and dead here too as there should be during the
winter. But this looks like Poway in the spring for that one week
where everything is actually green before it remembers that actually,
we're a desert. I can only say that because it is the dead of winter
here so some of the fields are muddy and brown. The amount of green
is still more so than Poway, for sure.
Moving on past the shrubbery(side-note:
can't help but think of Monty Python when I say shrubbery in England)
to the whole scene. When you throw in the rolling hills, little
archways over streams, quaint houses, odd shapes of property that
makes up a patchwork, and the way people look/act here, I can't help
but think of the shire. That is hands down the best comparison I
have thought of for England yet. You know in the Hobbit when Bilbo
heads off with the crew and says he has to turn back for his
handkerchief? Yup, that area and the actual shire is the English
countryside. I said in an earlier post that one of the round-a-bouts
that I passed could be a hobbit hole. It is so easy for me to
imagine little hobbits walking around the countryside with their cups
of tea enjoying the pleasantries of life.
So that's where I'm at right now.
Riding the train away from the warmth and back to Liverpool after a
wonderful short trip to London. Maggie and co. were wonderful! My
adventures were very fun and now it's time to explore more of
Liverpool. Hopefully I won't freeze! Until next time my faithful
readers.
Love and pixels,
Kaylen