I'm tired. It's funny how being on vacation, a reprieve from the responsibilities of home, can make you so worn out. Today we headed out with no real agenda. We hopped the train from Bradford and headed to Bath for a little exploring, shopping and made time for high tea.
It may sound shocking, but I'm not the most refined of individuals. Tea was an interesting experience. Pill box hats, three tiered plates lined with finger sandwiches and all things doily. It was fun watching Sue and Taylor savoring the tea and scone zone. The Brits make some crazy good scones with jam. Bam!
Bath was a bit touristy, but it was still a great place to walk and take in beautiful architecture and pop into a heap of thrift shops. Lots of shops and people had me yearning for the small town nature of Bradford so we made our way back. Dinner was steak pie, hummus and vegg and some wonderful local British deserts overlooking town as the sun set. It was something a picture could not do justice to.
As the trip winds down I think of how wonderful our two weeks have been. As we made our way to town along the canal a river boat had a sign posted with, "Happiness is not a destination. It is a way of life." Every day is a gift and with it comes the decision to enjoy the ride or to allow the clutter of life's present and past to hinder your happiness. Happy is good. I choose happiness and I choose to surround myself with those who choose the same road.
So still traveling, continuing to be happy and loving that the way continues to be a good thing.
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