Thursday, March 11, 2010
In July of 2007 I visited the United Kingdom for the first time, namely England and Scotland. During my time in the land of Scot plenty of delightful on-the-go activities occupied my time. Bunking in hostels brimming with personality, backpacking through the seemingly untouched countryside, standing in reverence of the castles, or taking a quick dip in Loch Ness. It was all wonderful and, if I'm being quite honest, a bit much to take in in just under a week. Although the scenery changed often, one constant was always present - tea. Proper tea. As my tour around Scotland progressed, the consumption of the hot (never cold) beverage began to take on a deeper meaning. It was during these times that I sat with friends and discussed what we had experienced that day. With each sip a mental snapshot was being uploaded. With each sip the corners of my mouth creased slightly. I can hardly bring myself to call this brief stay in the UK a vacation. It was more of a life-enriching jaunt. I was leaving a better person than when I had arrived. And even though I couldn't take Larkhall's babbling brook home with me I did have my memories. And my tea.