It's A Tale Of Three Friends Who Remain As Friends Today. 🐑🐑🐑🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧❗️
Shari and Carol arrive - yay! Friends love sharing in opportunities with hopeful adventures. Each know who they are and by the end of 1600 miles together the changes made us a shared team of stories, playful Canterbury sisters and life-forever friends.
It started with YES to the question - why don't we share time together in England in a time of bad weather at home for Carol and Shari and winter break for Kathy at Canterbury University? It was a question with more than a simple easy answer and the outcome was a favorable best-dressed event for the three of us!
First - the party got started in London. A stay at a very strange hotel in London - we called it 'the one with the terrorists in the next room!' and 'the one where it was not room for three persons let alone even ONE - ugh!'. Hold on - there is a story familiar to the three of us. This hotel was a place called home for two nights as we explored London together. But it is the hotel that makes this travel episode!
As we settle down for sleep, the trouble is there was not a micro-footprint outside of the three of us as we lay in our beds. Have to shower? Have to pee? - can't - without one of us perpendicular to the room's ceiling. We made it through one night before we rocked the hotel desk with an insistence to move us to a real - three - person - room. Three bitching women works wonders - rockin' success!
Second story - oh yea, the terrorists in the next door room. The talk all through the UK is the threat, awareness and fright of terrorism. A sorry condition of our era with rockin wild feelings of those who feed into our narrow stereotypes. They were loudly housed in the room next to us. We could subjectively fulfill our stereotypes by peeking through our peephole as they came and went. So the problem was our silliness as we cured our anxious responses to the ongoing ever-after threats of terrorism - and there they were - shimmering, accidentally terrorist guys next to us with lines of incredible whispered unsettling jumping excited laughter by us.....oh my. What should we do to silent the madness of noise next door to us? I did a frozen walk to catch their room number and crazily used our room phone to call them. With beating heart and laughters, their phone rang once, twice, three times. We could hear it through the paper-thin walls.
Without our roomies ever answering the phone - we found them to leave the room immediately wrapped up in coats and backpacks.
Keeping our frenzy of laughter as our subjectively constructed stereotype continued to build - we each came to the conclusion the three rings of the phone was their tagged sign to commit themselves to the act opposite of love.
We were standing on childhood behaviors - laughing until we almost peed! Girls can get this as this behavior divides us from the animals and men. Thank God! When we were young and we got scared - we couldn't be told or maybe it was wouldn't hear truths but instead we created thoughts in our heads based on fables of stories embedded with silliness and shared laughter. It certainly was a time of shared love releasing symbols of fear in complicated times,
In London 2015 after Charlie Hebdo, Paris, France. From here we laugh in order not to taste anything remotely close to our fears of terrorism. At that drifting moment - we released with much laughter creating a reality to laugh from a time of what we can't control.
Third story - let's rent a car and see England - OK! And we hired our very own Citron with the many yet to be discovered unfamiliar changes - driving from the steering wheel on the right, driving on the left side of streets, highways, narrowest paved paths on planet earth. Oh My! And so we begin.
Our first destination is Cornwall - YAY! We find ourselves in a small, small country - the UK is. So with me behind the left-sided wheel and Carol in her right-sided passenger seat - we left in our forever unfamiliar surrendered role with no fear to die! Carol spent her hours whispering 'to the right, TO THE RIGHT, TO THE RIGHT!!!!!! And that was our life for next one thousand six hundred miles in our from-Canterbury-journey - we knew we were all in this together and we will not be scarred to DIE.
Cornwall resides after a day's drive with arrival on a dark night. A sound of a series of quick boom boom boom boom - what was the bitter explanation? Carol stoically reports - 'You just took out the side mirrors on all the cars on this block - hurry and let's get out of here! Oh My! We lived and died in the same response - an exhausting, most incredible non thinking burst of huge laughter for many, many, many many minutes! We see a cute pub on the ocean - we found a place to stay for the night. This path led to an incredibly funny story and great small Pub in Penzance with comfortable rooms for us. Our Canterbury pavement chase to Cornwall lead to a great story and episode together.
Fourth story - It's called the witches caldron located in a deep dark night in Wales - and we three Canterbury sisters clearly know why! Cause we rode, got lost, entered the complicated witches caldron more than many times, over and over and over and over and over until we had enough! Where are we????? I just don't know, was the response - it's late, it's icy, were hungry, and were lost in the witches Armageddon cauldron - there's gotta be something more than this hard time caldron. Wales episode didn't seem so little then .......as it does today.
Fifth story - the sheep. Did you know sheep have the most expressive lips deep in the color of black. (Sheep also have private secrets based on many many colors, as wll lol.). We know this only by a chance interaction with a trailer of patient sheep whose faces were inquisitive in knowing who three American girls in a Citron are. Get a picture!! - we ordered to Carol! We were just sitting in this two hour traffic jam - should be easy peasy! Well, the sheep were in the grass is always greener lane. Catch up to them for picture of their cute mobile lips - oh hurry! Well, this is the story of the sheep lip picture that 'got away'! And we, as Canterbury Kent sisters who know many interesting sheep stories.......ahem.....will have that picture in our collective memories always. Seems like the proper thing to do for the girls/sheep of multiple color of stories:)))
Sixth story - Cumbria! Now Shari will be a better story teller on this one. Shari shares a common behavior trait of all Brits and because she has to participate with others outside - Shari knows everything about everyone. We found by chance a lovely, quiet, picture perfect tiny Cumbria quintessential village. We parked a distance from the pub housing our first floor (second to those in USA) a three person room. As we walked to the two story old, old white structure with smoke released in curly question from the chimney night of a full moon - well, this could go very well OR scarry bad. We closed our eyes and took a breath and found love! A wedding - quit small with the whole village at work celebrating the wedding. Now, Shari knows every relationship of marriages, children, exes and more as she chatted outside with many.