I’ve always been one to overthink things. I feel often I contradict my go with the flow, mellow attitude, because most of the time my brain underneath my usual calm demeanor is going a million miles per hour. Coming to England has been a lot of emotions wrapped up into a short amount of time,…
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…
There are very few places that capture the picturesque and beauty of Port Isaac- a fishing village located in the Cornwall region of western England. Rolling hills of square cut fields plaster the landscape, blanketing the countryside in a lazy wave of green. The fields go on for what seems like forever, are…
As I look out upon the bay I am struck by how much beauty can be in one place. One would think that it should not be possible to have such a concentrated amount of breathtaking scenery in such a small town. Yet, Port Isaac defies the odds. I am actually very excited for the…
Samantha Silverman August 27th, 2015 Stratford-upon-Avon I Guess That This Must Be The Place I have always struggled with the concept of home. I’m not sure what that says about me, but only recently have I begun to value the place, the collection of people, that is my home, for what…
Two Roses and Two Thorns: Rose: The people here are so much more friendly and welcoming than I anticipated. Maybe it’s because we’re not in the city and non-city people in general are just more friendly? Either way, I’m highly impressed. Today, we went to Warwick to visit an ancient castle and after I had…
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…
It is so fascinating how structure defines place and it’s society. We are so accustomed to where we are that we forget to stop and notice the way in which we subconsciously conform to the movement that surrounds us. Yes we feel free, but what we often forget to realise is that there is a…
