Well, we finally started the last chapter of our euro-journey. We made it to the land of Harry Potter and the Spice Girls (yes, that's why I'm here, let's not kid ourselves) yesterday evening. The flight from Marseille was iffy, on the most low-budget airline I've ever experienced. Worse then El-Al, which is saying something. Ryanair (feel free to groan and facepalm, those of you who happen to know it) even had commercials over the intercom in-flight to advertise their buy one get one free baggies (that's what they were called, baggies, although they were more like packets) of booze. Gin, vodka, whiskey or rum, I believe. In a packet, with a plastic cup if you wanted it. And everyone on that flight should have had one, because the flight was so low-key we walked across the tarmac to get on the plane. Walking across the tarmac and up the staircar to a plane is something I've always wanted to experience, but in more of a get-on-my-private-jet-while-being-photographed setting than a carry-my-own-bags-up-a-flight-of-stairs-to-a-plane-with-no-assigned-seats-for-the-screaming-babies-and-smelly-french-men type of setting.
Anyhow, Tristan's uncle Bill picked us up from the airport, despite our being an hour late for having had to stand in line to go through border control because the passport stampers were severely understaffed, and drove us about an hour to Tristan's Granny Joan's house in Suffolk county in East Anglia. I wish I could post pictures at this point, but as my phone's wireless is totally broken, you'll have to deal with the 3 I got on facebook yesterday, and one that Tristan posted. It's basically everything I could ever want in a tiny town of under 300 people in the English countryside.
I'm not being sarcastic, it's wonderful here, even the weather. There's a horse and a pony in a field just behind Granny's yard, and she made us dinner and tea last night and breakfast this morning in her lovely breakfast sunroom, and we went to Bury St. Edmund today to see the old abbey and the cathedral there. They even drive on the other side of the street and everything! We're going out for fish & chips tonight, and I don't care what mixed reviews the locals give this place, I'm sure I will find it amazing. I hope they serve it on newspaper in a basket, too!
The plan is to visit a castle somewhere nearby tomorrow, and then move on to Tristan's other uncle Crispin's on friday morning. That gives us Friday afternoon and all day saturday to cram in a whole city, just like with Paris. We're expert at this now, if a week out of practice (and out of shape, I might say) and it should be a great time!
That's all for now, if my phone worked I could post more often, but as it is I have to use Bill's computer here at GJ's house to get online. >:O
PS- I counted 25 bunnies on the side of the road before we even got on the highway, which confirmed what I've heard about England, although tristan was shocked I saw that many, since he didn't see any as I managed to keep it to myself because his uncle was driving us. 25 bunnies!!
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