|June 20, 1998. |
Loved lists then, still love 'em now!
It's funny to read through my journal:
"June 22. Cambridge... Had a stuffed baguette. Soooo good! Cambridge has some gorgeous architecture. Didn't want to pay the money to get in though."
Oh, the life of a student!
|A piece of my scrapbook|
I started out in London, spent a night in Cambridge and drank a few beers at a local pub. I'm surprised I went to a pub on my own back then. Then I headed back to London.
|Royal Albert Hall|
"June 23. Stonehenge...Found this path away from the crowds... Just open space, no trails, few markings, and lots of cows. Cool to be out in the open...Cows kept getting up when I walked by. 'No, no please--no need to stand.' Sometimes I crack myself up."
As I read through my old journal, I can tell I wasn't appreciating each moment as I would now. And yet I still knew to chronicle everything, as if I knew later on, I would look at this again and see things in a whole new light.
After 4 days in England, I headed to France. To be continued...