by Jennifer Bowman
I've only been here a week now, and it feels like it's been months at least. As soon as I arrived in England, it was dark and rainy. I had been looking forward to arriving in England in the early morning, 8:55, in order to see the shore and the sunrise. I was instead greeted with a bumpy landing after circling the airport for about thirty minutes, which terrifies me more in retrospect after the very similar plane crash that British Airways had recently, and an announcement of "very blustery weather" outside.
It's been raining ever since, except on two days. And there are more types of rain in England than there are in America. It can rain in all directions and it can fall in varying sizes or shapes. I had expected rain, but not this much. I told them they needed to send some of this down to southeast America.
The grass is greener not only from the rain, but also because no one is allowed to walk on it. Sometimes really important people are allowed to walk on the grass, but not really. Their busy towns don't have random patches of grass in a sad attempt to make an area seem prettier, but they have pretty architecture surrounded by pretty nature.
So far I've been to Ely, Bath, Avebury, Wales, Wells, and of course, Cambridge. As of yet, Bath is by far my favorite. Cambridge is really nice, don't get me wrong. But Bath is surrounded by beauty and history in a way that Cambridge can't really hope to achieve. I would say the people in Cambridge are friendlier, however. "Merry" as they would say.