I know I’m a city girl, but after the week I had, I might be open to reconsidering. 10 days and 5 cities. Thanks to BritRail, I saw big ol’ industrial cities fueled only by scurrying suits. I saw small towns with their quiet artifice and equally hushed buses of retiree tourists. I saw colorful streets and castles and rolling hills. I mean like really… rolling hills is not a throw-away euphemism anymore. I’ve seen them. I saw so much green I was convinced winter had never come.
That the world really hadn’t been swallowed whole in an ocean of metallic ingenuity and copper wiring. Amid my big city, small town, and Highland adventure I remembered how big this world is, how truly vast it is, and how much I love traveling.
How else can you say you spent the afternoon washing your hands from a tiny waterfall by Loch Ness only to get back to your hostel and finish the night reliving the disappointment that was the finale of Game of Thrones (it shall not be discussed). How else are you going to run into an old hostel mate 400 miles from where you first met? How else are you going to write your name down for Dumbledore’s army and wave a wand at Tom Riddle’s grave or drive past that Quidditch field? You gotta Shut Up and Go.
That’s the only way you’re going to change that bucket list into a to-do list.
So, here’s a photo diary of my 2 weeks from London to the tip of Scotland—I would share my whole album, but I don’t think this post can handle 1,376 pictures…
To an emotional and self-reflective 2 weeks, to checking off things from that to-do list, to kicking off the next chapter in life with adventure.
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