Ireland was an afterthought; but when I realized that the plane fare from England was very affordable, I took the chance so I can visit my favorite childhood playmate and cousin whom I haven’t seen for 18 years. I didn’t have a lot of expectations, but I felt that Ireland was familiar. My favorite priest in my school age years was Irish and I grew up loving the music of U2, the Cranberries and the Corrs. I remember singing my heart out to Cranberries’ Zombie during my early teen age years. Two days is not enough to form an opinion, but I think Ireland is unpretentious, raw, bruised but innately strong. I would love to come back and explore some more.
The Cotswolds is the second largest area of protected landscape in England. Honey colored houses, verdant rolling hills, narrow roads and endless rows of yellow goodness; thanks to the rapeseed plant and a magnificent estate which made real the stuff written about english countryside and nobility in my favorite regency romance novels- that pretty much sum up why I love England. While it’s only a brief glimpse and experience of the countryside; it’s enough to make me want to come back for more.
The Day of The Royal Wedding.
On our way to Epping to meet up with a high school buddy whom I haven’t seen since high school graduation. The train ride was smooth and relaxed, as if everyone is at home glued in front of the television to watch the royal wedding. Day 3 was spent visiting Shakespeare’s birthplace, Stratford-Upon-Avon and the beautiful Warwick Castle.