The view from Folly number two.

The coast from Port Isaac.

I was standing on top of Port Isaac, or at least I was as close as a person could be to such a place. With my eyes closed I felt like I could be anywhere I wanted to be. Where I was did not matter. My hands were stretched high over my head and my legs took the form a lunge position below me. That’s when I remembered where I was, as an unfamiliar noise startled me. A bull. About ten feet behind from where I was practicing yoga. Yoga has been a way for me to maintain my physical and mental health over this past year, and as I was practicing I had forgotten where I was. The snort of the bull quickly reminded me that I was far from home, and that was fine! I grabbed my bag and headed back to where we were staying. We have been out of the United States and in the UK for only five days, which is absolutely absurd because it feels like it has been a lifetime already. That’s probably because I’ve been away from home for over two weeks already. At any rate, there is no way to describe the feeling of living in a place so entirely foreign. It is both freeing and terrifying at the same time. Granted I know that this feeling is normal, but actually experiencing it for yourself is another thing entirely. As previously mentioned, I am currently staying in Port Isaac. The Port is only our second stop, and it came directly after our first four days in Stratford-Upon-Avon. This whirlwind adventure comprised of reading, writing, and lots of exploring has been just as advertised. I have spent long hours walking down the streets of a foreign city and I have spent even longer hours in my reading assignments. Here I am now. On top of a hill looking out over another brand new city. Clearly I still have lots to figure out, lots to see, and definitely lots more to experience. Nevertheless, I couldn’t be happier with where I am. Each moment feels new and refreshing, each minute feels like its own event. It certainly is not home and I think that is for the best. Whether I am out late with friends, hiking to a new classroom everyday, or asleep on a bus I know that there is something new to experience. However, I’ll admit that it is easier to get moving when there is a bull at your back.