So, I had mentioned before that I would write some stories from my adventures abroad, and I do have many. I shall attempt to recount to you the hightlights of my time in England, and try to do so in a somewhat concise and entertaining manner.
In my first week Sarah and I headed south to the lovely area of Devon, where we stayed in a small beach town and soaked up the sun. It was incredibly hot my entire time in the country so driving was an arduous process, especially in a car with no air conditioning. On our way home we were finding it particularly sweaty, although all the windows were down and we were in wet bathing suits. Nothing really seemed to make a difference. While driving through a small town we spotted people jumping into a river, and were immediately enticed to see whether this was possible for us as well. Basically we ended up walking through some farmer's property, nearly getting attacked by a very angry bull, and army crawling undernieth some electric fences. We finally reached the group of young boys who then proceeded to lead us across the river to a rope swing. As we were crossing the river, this ridiculously yappy dog started swimming towards us then swam with us, and then eventually started to drown. It got incredibly chaotic...the dog yapping and gurgling, the owner screaming, and everyone trying to get said dog. Finally, Sarah saved the day. She grabbed the dog, who thought she was trying to drown it and so fought back mercilessly as she swam it back across the river to the owner. Heroes never go without their scars though, and she had some amazing bruises splayed across her back and stomach.
A few days later we took a journey up north to see my friend's band mime for a music tv show (for the God Channel actually...who knew God had his own tv channel?). We were going to be a part of the fake audience. The trip was only supposed to take 2 hours, but in true-random-Jess-fashion, it took us 5 and a 1/2 hours. It had taken us 2 and a 1/2 hours to drive a distance that should have only taken us 30 minutes (good ole traffic), and we were already late. After we had already turned around and began heading home, we got a phone call from one of the band members telling us to come back because they had started late and we could still make it. In a sudden burst of spontanaety and adventure we decided to go for it, and turned back around and got stuck in traffic again!!!! It was amazing! We joked about getting there and the band strumming their final chord on the guitar, in some sort of anti-climactic joke on us...the ironic thing is, that's exactly what happened! We walked in just as they ended the song. They had them do one more take (I think simply for our sake, because we were so psyched to be there), so basically I'm going to be on tv in England...
There are many more stories to be told, but I think I will save those for when I see you face to face. My time away was everything and more than I had expected or anticipated. I enjoyed being with my friends so much! It's also good to be home...I only have 4 weeks left here so let's make the most of it!
The photo at the beginning of this post are of my adventure buddies whom I got to know well that fateful day we spent 5 hours in a car. Long live Team Adventure!