So last year, my mother took my sister on a one week trip to Santorini in Greece. This year, she wanted to travel somewhere with me. But because I didn’t want to go during the semester, and going to Southern Europe in the summer can be a sweltering experience, I talked her into going to Britain for a week in the middle of June. More precisely, we’re going to The Pig’s Foot, a.k.a. Cornwall.
Standing Stones in Cornwall
Image from timetravel-britain.com
It’s still in the early planning stages, but I’m really looking forward to it. I am, after all, a bit of an anglophile. We’ve decided we want to visit Tintagel Castle (King Arthur!), The Eden Project and to hike in the countryside. I hope my spoken English is a bit less rusty than I think it is.
This will be my fifth visit to Britain, but only the second after I became old enough to actually care about the sights. My dad has a nice story of how my sister (five) and I (seven) were more interested in ice cream than seeing Stonehenge. And later, at ages seven and nine, more interested in ice cream than seeing Westminster Abbey.
I think I need to do an Amanda and tour England by myself at some point, seeing all the stuff I missed. But Cornwall first.
