It was time to say goodbye to Edinburgh. There was so much that happened there that isn't in this blog, and to today when I'm writing this analysis of my travels to Scotland it is the best city that I have visted. We headed out on the bus at 10:00AM and with a slight headache I waved goodbye to a city that had been so good to me.
We were headed southbound on the motorway in our coach. We had two more stops on our excursion. Hadrian's Wall and Durham England. Hadrian's wall greeted us with sheep. Our coach on one of the roads got behind an entire flock of sheep, and it took a good 20 minutes to herd the sheep into the gates. It was hilarious, seeing sheep run in front of a huge tour bus. Eventually, we made it to Hadrian's Wall and saw the Roman structure that kept the barbarian "scots" out of the Empire. It was interesting, sheep everywhere grazing, and knats biting our American skin. I stood on the wall and tried to comprehend that it spanned the entire upper part of the country. After that Fran, Matt and myself taunted the sheep by the wall and had a great time imagining that we were sheep. (It sounds corny, well.. it was, but it was fun). Anyways, we got back into the bus and headed south towards Durham.
Once we got to Durham we were given 2 hours to spend touring the city. There was a definite University presence there and as we walked in, extremely hungry from our 4 hour drive we found a Subway and bought some footlong subs. Unfortunately, I made a tourist mistake and called the Crisps (chips) chips (crisps). (I hope you could follow me on that one). Another oddity on this meal was that they don't offer tomatoes with sandwiches which was very disheartening. After getting my sub, we as a group ate our lunch on the steps leading towards the university. We got done eating and still had an hour and a half to kill before our bus left.
The group of us decided that it would be cool to check out the Durham Cathedral which I believe in one of our living room coffee table books. We got to the door, and I realized that I hadn't been to Church in a while. I went into the Church shocked by the stained glass and the beauty of the Anglican Church and prayed for a long time. After I was done thanking God for many things I should thank Him for everyday, I walked around the Cathedral. I had a spiritual experience that stemmed from a girl's questioning mind of her mother.
In front of a stained glass window that had pictures of Christ's passion on it a little girl exclaimed in British English, "There's Jesus" and her mom said, "yea that's Jesus." The little girl then yelled, "Jesus is God" and her embarressed mother said, "yes that's right muffin." Finally, the girl yelled, "Jesus is everywhere" and her mom said, "you're right." Truely, these very innocent remarks are completely true, and it was amazing to hear the Word of God come from the lips of a child. Christ was right in asking us to pay attention to "These Little Ones." I don't think I will ever forget that moment as well, it was powerful, memorable, and true in my life.
My trip after that was winding down. We had seen a great deal of the UK that weekend, Scotland where I lived my two dreams, and seen architecture that was older than anything I could fathom. Scotland was for Lovers, I fell in love with the country, I kinda fell for an Aussie, I fell on the Golf Course, and I basically loved the entire experience. To those kind Royal Navy British Sailors, cheers, to the Scots who played Johhny Cougar Melankamp cheers, and to those who were so hospitable I promise to pay it forward. Cheers Mates!
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