As we cruise by the green farmlands of southern England, I can’t help from imagining red dragons occupying the city of Mooreland or giants fighting in the vast farmland. The pure lure of the land outside the windows take me back to Maine, racing down Route One on the way to Boston. The rest of the bus is reading or sleeping, yet I can only focus on the rolling hills before me. We left Stratford-Upon-Avon just a few hours ago and said goodbye to the quaint little B&B in which we spent three nights and four days in. I stayed with Becca in the highest room called “Chapel”.  This was a light blue room with a huge window covering the majority of one wall. Upon our arrival, we opened both windows wide open and stared out towards the other tiny little B&B’s scattered along the road. The sight was new for both of us and filled us with excitement as our FSA experience had truly just begun.

The first night was by far my favorite of the nights. Still groggy from jet lag, my body just could not fall asleep like the rest of the house quickly had after getting under the covers. I heard the rushing of cars right out the window, a relatively new sound for a very rural girl. I sat up in bed, grabbed the biggest blanket and opened the window wide. As I climbed up to the window sill, the cold, damp weather soothed me. I poked my legs out of the window and looked out at the small city sprawled out before me. Resting my head against the wall, I could finally relax. I popped a headphone into my ear and began to play music and closed my eyes. As I sat out of the window, my mind was blank, ready for the 100+ day adventure that had just started.

Our next stop is Port Isaac, a remote city on the southern coast of Great Britain. Hopefully this will be as peaceful and charming as Stratford, but closer to ocean which is a very familiar scene for me. After approximately a week in Port Isaac, we will head over to London to say in a hostel. Until then, our days will be filled with hiking, discussing and (hopefully) surfing and sailing.