The end, and ramblings
June 17, 2011 § 1 Comment
I finally tore myself away from Stratford-upon-Avon today. Last night I took the plunge and reserved a room in Salisbury for tonight, which meant that this morning I didn’t feel that I could tack on another day to my stay in Stratford. I wanted to, but I was satisfied with everything I’d done an seen and felt that I wasn’t missing out on too much. Still, I was sad to go. I loved the town and loved my hotel (the owner was great, which makes all the difference). If I had stayed today, I probably would have taken a day trip to Warwick to see the castle of the same name. Alas, I ventured to Salisbury instead in the hopes of seeing Stonehenge.
Today has felt a bit like a reversion to the beginning of this adventure, although it’s the last day. Due to an error in my reading skills, I thought there were hourly trains departing from Stratford and heading toward Salisbury, but as it turned out there was no 10:38 train. There were 8-, 9-, 11-, 12-, 1-, etc. trains but none at 10:38. It was, I believe, the only hour without one. I didn’t realize this until about 10 o’clock, however, so I’d missed the earlier one and had to wait for the 11:38 train. This meant that I was a bit later getting to Salisbury than I’d intended, and by the time I arrived it was pouring. To be more specific, it began pouring at the moment of my arrival. I swear, I do not make these things up; it really happened. As the train pulled into the station and under the roofed area, drops began to splatter the last car (in which I was sitting). The timing could not have been better had it been the Truman Show. Wait, are you seeing this? How many fingers am I holding up?
Not feeling hugely inspired to trek around Stonehenge and Old Sarum in the rain, I decided to go tomorrow morning, which is supposed to be clear for a few hours. So I’ve spent the afternoon catching up on a few necessary tasks and mentally preparing myself for the end of my vacation and the start of a two week intensive course.
Needless to say, I think the day would have been far more enjoyable had I stayed in Stratford and seen Warwick Castle. Alas, I haven’t yet invented time travel, so here I am in Salisbury instead. Tomorrow I’ll do the last of my touristy adventuring and head forlornly back to London. Okay, I might not actually be forlorn because the first activity of the course is a tour of Bloomsbury, the land of Virginia Woolf, my OTHER literary hero. But I won’t be overly pleased for my adventure to end.
I can’t really believe that I’ve already been in Europe for a month, or that in just two short (and very busy) weeks I’ll be back home in the sweltering, humid Boston summer. Can’t I please just stay in England? Why finish graduate school when I could be languidly reading Shakespeare while I drift along the Avon River in the boat I’ll surely buy myself? Or why finish graduate school when I could be perfecting a whole array of British accents (and Scottish and Irish while I’m at it)? Or why finish graduate school when I could be … here?
Okay, okay, sure, maybe I should finish graduate school so that I have a semi-marketable skill which might enable me to be solvent. How’s this then: I finish graduate school and run screaming back to England. At the very least: I apply for positions in the UK as I near the end of my graduate program. Reasonable? Good, great. Get ready. Besides, there is still way too much fun to be had in Boston for me to abandon ship a year early.