Yesterday we went on a group tour of Blenheim Palace and the Cotswalds, which is about an hour or so outside of London. The bus driver was crazy scary as he booked it through the tiny streets, cutting of any biker, pedestrian or taxi that got in his way. Our tour guide was a strict woman who threatened to leave us at every stop we made if we didn't follow the time line that was set for our travels.
Our first stop was Blenheim Palace, which is were Winston Churchill was born. It was gorgeous and I've decided that when the time is right, I shall purchase it and make it my summer home. We were only allowed an hour to be there, and through fear of Frau tour guide, we stepped to it and saw as much as we could. I could have stayed all day though.
Sadly for me, staring out the bus window was not the best idea. I forgot my motion sickness meds and got really car sick. I slept for most of the bus ride, opening my eyes every now and then when I would hear Hank and Mary talk about how beautiful the towns were. Our next stop we were allowed 20 minutes. 20 MINUTES!! Thats enough time to get out and get back in. At our last stop, we were given an hour to tour this beautiful little village in the Cotswalds. We sat by a little river and enjoyed being away from the Frau and the bus. I slept all the way home.
When you purchase the Blenheim Palace, I shall live there, not that place in Mexico that Hank is always talking about! Miss you already!!!
ReplyDeleteHey it sounds like you are having a great time. Keep updating the blog. I am living vicariously through your adventure!
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