Richmond -> a rich world, but rich in looks… Richmond is frickin beautiful. It is such a magnificent city. The sights of Richmond are stunning! Two of my friends and I (my roommate and Kelsea) spent the day traveling to Richmond and coming back. It was one of my happiest days here. My favorite type of city consists of a combination of nature and skyscrapers. I don’t think Richmond has skyscrapers, but the roads and alleys have an antique feel. When I went last Sunday, I was so amused to see odd little amazing markets by the river and a huge park not too far from the main street. In the main street stands an endless avenue of shops and restaurants. It reminds me of El Viejo San Juan in Puerto Rico. Perhaps, it’s the whole antique vibe of the European style of the buildings; hopefully, that makes sense. Anyhow, The trip towards Richmond (41 minutes away according to Google) from Bracknell (just about 10 minutes away) took us almost two hours. This country seems to be about 150% Protestant. Things close so early on Sundays, even earlier than some businesses in America and even though that is understandable, yet it’s such an inconvenient thing to close stuff early… ugh so aggravating! The train to Richmond wasn’t going all the way there. Due to it being Sunday, the trains had an odd schedule and so we had to take a train from Bracknell to Ascot, then a bus from Ascot to
Anyhow, The trip towards Richmond (41 minutes away according to Google) from Bracknell (just about 10 minutes away) took us almost two hours. This country seems to be about 150% Protestant. Things close so early on Sundays, even earlier than some businesses in America and even though that is understandable, yet it’s such an inconvenient thing to close stuff early… ugh so aggravating! The train to Richmond wasn’t going all the way there. Due to it being Sunday, the trains had an odd schedule and so we had to take a train from Bracknell to Ascot, then a bus from Ascot to Hounsend then a train from Hounsend to Richmond. The bus ride was almost an hour long. Thus the beginning of a long day.
The day trip consisted of ehh… a 3/4 hour walk around a good portion of the city. Initially, we had no apparent idea as to where we were going. A friend invited us to tag along to visit her family friends (which turned out to be magnificent, yet I’ll get to that soon) but it took us quite some time to find a way to get there. Again, not complaining because the sight was beautiful and the day was full of adventure. We wandered into a Starbucks, poked fun at tinder, into an exquisite tea shop, and out that door. Alas, I tried a peculiar tea that was actually Kombucha, also us chicks wandered around some more. Furthermore, we went up this massive hill in a park, wandered around the park looking for our friend’s friend, went to a remarkably beautiful nursery that has a fancy million bazillion dollar restaurant inside it. Out we went through that door, another park, then we found lovely British Claire (the friend of the friend), wandered around that same gigantic park, saw some deer in that park, went to her house for tea, (the angel woman added in a cake and daffodils) she then made sure we were dropped off at a restaurant before we went on the same bus and trains journey back to the school which we arrived at around 11 something in the nighttime.
The day was long and exhausting. Yet it was great to feel so free. There was such freedom in walking around somewhat aimlessly and enjoying the little things like markets, rivers, tea cakes, and Kombucha. It was more than a blessing, it was a reminder. As I cut my flowers and but them into an odd ugly water bottle, I looked at those yellow unopened flower buds and thought about how much I missed my sister.
Through My Specs 