Once and for all I'd like to announce to all who have asked, that no, the Hotty Highland Shepherd did not appear upon the hills at sunset and wisk me off to Gretna Green. OK?! I was wrong...perhaps a bit dillusional. Let's just forgive and forget.
I have this little notebook that I carried around with me on the trip and it's filled with little notes and the occasional observation. The more I look at them the more I realize that really you just had to be there to appreciate the depth of humor or meaning. For instance, if I said "Sultry Silvia" would you ever suspect that that was our GPS/Sat Nav voice? Good times with Silvia in Scotland. Or "HMS Pickle"...does that bring the image of a harbor in Conwyn and a little old man chewing the fat about the boats docked just a few feet ahead?
Now I'd like to take umbrage with the inventor of the electric shower. I understand that it's meant to be easy and it's really not that difficult a thing to figure out:
- pull the chord
- push the Start button
- hot water comes from the shower head
- press Stop when you want to get out.
But for the first couple days that we were there, I could not seem to get the third step to work for me. So for those days I got fed up and ran a bath instead as I was guaranteed hot water then...yet it was not the relaxing type of bath, it was the type you take when you're camping and have to bathe in a river...you splash water over your head and try to dunk as much of your soapy body under the water and hope the rest will remove itself when you towel off. Nevertheless, the sojourn did not end with me continuing this ritual- however fond of it I was becoming... John finally clued us in.
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Tuesday in Liverpool was one of those days that good weather or not, it was a memorable day and we had a great time in spite of a few stinging rain drops. Started off at the Albert Dock with our faithful tour guides, Adam and Steve- entering the Beatles Museum for tickets to the most magical tour in the cosmos. To bide the meantime till that blessed event, we occupied ourselves with coffee and the sites of Liverpool. These included St George's Hall, The Walker Art Gallery (very cool collection), an America pizza parlor, and Boots. I Heart Boots.
Finally the time came to meet the Magical Mystery bus and we happily took our seats at the back where all the rebels sit . We were immediately endeared to our guide, Ted, and bus driver, Les, who, interestingly, married a woman who could've had Ringo Starr. This is one of those times when oh so many things happened that it would bore you all to death to delve into each one. Nonetheless, the highlights were:
- taking a picture of the red gates of Strawberry Fields
- taking a picture with a complete stranger at Penny Lane (he was so amused)
- taking a picture of Paul McCartney's childhood home
- the Chipmonk's rendition of "In My Life"
- threatening the obnoxious toddler when his parents weren't looking
- kissing John Lennon
- the Cavern Club
- ... "and the rest! IS HISTORY!!!"
But I think everyone should take this tour because it has changed my life in a way I never would've dreamed. Oh and...Mom,Dad, I'd like you to meet my new boyfriend, Ted.
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