Yesterday was just a good day. I went with the International Student House Travel Club to Brighton, which was/is a seaside resort town where the wealthy would commonly go to "take the waters." First, our tour guide led us through "the Lanes," the twisty, narrow streets of the old fishing village now comprised of countless jewelry shops, bakeries, and cafes. After that, we toured the Royal Pavilion, built by Prince Henry to showboat his wealth. I enjoyed the tour more than I was expecting to: as I walked around engrossed in the audio guide glued to my ear, I did a bit of time-traveling and became a wealthy duchess feasting in the extravagant banqueting room, then a servant cleaning up after a party using stale bread to clean the (bright yellow!!) wallpaper.
I spent about two hours wandering the tourist-packed streets. There was a bustling street market, where I got side-tracked by the used book stalls and had to remind myself that I can only buy what I can take home. Sorry "Wicked," I will come back for you some other time.
The sun came out as I made my way down to the pier. People were strolling along, enjoying ice cream cones, fish and chips, and the pebbly beach. I walked out to the end of the pier to investigate the carnival, then got back on the bus to go to the Chalk Cliffs. They were beautifully white and breathtaking, daring you to jump off into the ocean and swim across the Channel. The openness of it was just what I need after being in the city.
When I got back, Anja came over to see Pam and I's room and to join us for French toast (to make up for the waffle incident.) We made her watch HSM3 w/ us. Sorry Anja :) It was a wonderful end to the day.
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