First day trip outside of London: Stratford-Upon-Avon on Halloween. Had no clue what I was doing. I joined a tour bus when I got there so I could hit all the major tourist sites without getting too lost, but it didn't last too long. In the garden of Shakespeare's birthplace, I got attacked by a BBC2 camera crew and reporter. I knew from the moment I saw them that they were talking about tourism after September 11th and I tried SO HARD to sneak past them. But she caught me and asked me if I was a foreigner, and I sheepishly answered, "Actually, I'm an American." She looked like she had won the lottery. So while she filmed me and refilmed me and coached me in what to say, I missed the last tour bus of the day AND pissed the BBC2 lady off. So I wandered around downtown by myself, and ended up rowing down the Avon (in a rowboat named the "Juliet." "Beatrice," sadly, was rented out) like Dad did in the '60's (except I wasn't drunk and on a senior class trip). Dad and the rest of the football team got expelled for that stunt, but that only lasted until Grandad threatened the life of the principal.
After that, I went to Holy Trinity Church and paid my respects to Willy, who's supposedly buried under the floor. |
