A small town in England
My last trip to England was in the 1993. One of the places I visited outside of London was Stratford-Upon-Avon, known as the birthplace of Shakespeare. Well, I hated the place and not because it was Shakespeare’s hometown. I hated it because it felt like I was visiting an American tourist attraction. Now, I am an American to my core, but when I visit a foreign country I’m making the trip to visit with them, not see more of my country. The next day I went to Victoria Train Station, back in London, and told my story to a ticket salesman. He completely understood and suggested I visit Arundel, about an hour away, south of London. I paid for our train tickets, it was my wife and I, and we headed on our journey. We rode in a train car similar to what we saw in the Beatles movie “A Hard Day’s Night” which was fun. And the countryside was beautiful.
The hour passed quickly and Arundel came into view. The small town has a castle and it appeared on the horizon. It felt like a fairy tale. An Errol Flynn movie. It was England, not America. The castle. The small streets and shoppes. The 400 year old inn where my wife and I had lunch and spoke with the owner. It was a wonderful place to visit.