Holiday

This week we went on a Holiday. First we went to Scotland. Although there were many memories made and a few lost in Edinburgh I am going to focus on York. After two whole days in Scotland we left by train to stay in York, England.

Because of cheaper prices our train arrived early in the morning. We walked to our hostel and dropped off our bags. Then we walked the twenty or so minutes into the York city center. Kaleb and I found ourselves in the company of a few young women from our program. (Not imposters, dating isn't allowed). We had an enjoyable morning galavanting about with these young women. Then they decided that they wanted to visit a church meeting in the York Minster. (minster means church). Kaleb and opted not to commune with god, instead we went in search of toilets. But not before we made plans to meet up with the women folk at a store. Needless to say we were abandoned. So for the rest of the day Kaleb and I roamed around York with a few things in mind. Firstly we didn't want to get shanked (stabbed by a local and left in the gutter). Secondly find someone or anyone from our group. Thirdly find something to eat. We only succeeded in one of our goals. Luckily we didn't get shanked. And the rest of our adventure will remain unknown because of a few reasons. I hope I wetted your appetite and now I'm leaving you wanting a meat pie.

Good bye.

The Adventures of Yonvich and Goulaf (A tree)

"Ahoy Yonvich," said Goulaf.
"What Goulaf?" Yonvich asked.
"That tree beckons to me,"Goulaf replied pointing to a twisting gnarly tree. "I think I need to climb it".
"Alright let us climb that tree," Yonvich proclaimed.
The brothers ran to the tree. Back in the homeland tree climbing was Goulaf's favorite activity. But never before had he seen such a magnificent, or challenging climb as this tree offered. The first branches were growing about ten feet above the ground. The only way they could climb up was if they used the tree to propell their bodies into the air to grab the lowest branch. As they neared Goulaf picked his footing and lunged. As his foot came in contact with the tree it slipped sending him slamming into the trunk. Mean while Yonvich had circled the tree to start his ascent from the other side. He planted his right foot onto the tree and flung is body upward. Yonvich grabbed the branch with one hand, but it slipped off. He tumbled down landing awkwardly on the roots.
"Goulaf? Are you alive?" asked Yonvich.
"Ehh, I'm alive," groaned Goulaf.
Too stubborn to be beat on the first try, the brothers circled the tree looking for a way up.
"Goulaf, we should climb here," Yonvich said, pointing at a branch hanging slightly lower than the others.
For a moment Goulaf starred at the tree then he replied, " Yes that looks like the spot".
Yonvich ran at the tree and with one leap he propelled himself from the the trunk into the air. His outstretched body flew upwards. He managed to grab the branch with both hands and pull himself upwards. Goulaf followed his brothers example.
"Yes this is a very good climb," Goulaf said as the brothers swung through the branchs.
"Oio, Yonvich get out of the tree," Goulaf yelled. "There are bees".
Both Yonvich and Goulaf jumped from the tree. The smashed to the ground with a thud.
"Goulaf I hate bees," Yonvich said as the brothers continued up the path towards the worlds largest flower. Behind them a swarm of bees buzzed around a magnificent climbing tree.

The Adventures of Yonvich and Goulaf (begin)

Under threatening clouds, stood two brothers, waiting to get into Kew Gardens.

"Yonvich, why are we here?" Goulaf asked.
"Goulaf we are here to see the worlds largest blooming flower," Yonvich replied.
"Why do we want to see a flower?" Goulaf asked.
"So we can say we have seen the worlds largest flower," Yonvich replied.
"Next please," said the teller.
"We would like to see the worlds biggest flower please," Goulaf said.
"14 pounds ," the teller said in response.
Grabbing their tickets they walked through the gate and into the Gardens. In their home country of Bochlovachia nothing was ever as green or beautiful as Kew gardens. There were enormous trees of every kind, growing so high the tops were hidden in the clouds. The grass was so thick you could lay down without leaving an imprint. It was a paradise that the brothers had never experienced before.
"Yonvich! Yonvich! What strange world is this?" Goulaf asked.
There was no response. Goulaf turned to look at his brother. Yonvich stood like a marble statue,with his mouth half open a trail of spittle seeping from the corner of it. Goulaf marched over to his brother and smacked his face.
"Yonvich are you okay?" Goulaf asked.
Rubbing his face Yonvich replied, "I'm fine, the gardens just surprised me".

T0 be continued:

Plaque

Ancient streets
Sore feet
Baaaaaaaaaaa
Waaa wa wa waaaaa
Rustling leaves
Whispering trees
Baaaaaaaaaaa
Waaa wa wa Waaaaa
slow
down
please
Baaaaaaaaaaa
waaa wa wa waaaaa
they have showers,
a very nice set up
Baaaaaaaaaaa
waaa wa wa waaaaa

Music in my mind

Music fills my mind. Over and over it plays, bursting my brain with it's unholy concoctions. I wish it would stop. STOP. STOP. STOP. Images and colors swirl around, awkwardly trying to dance to the murderous melody. It is a disease that rides my mind. It rides my mind all the time.

Huggermugger

I sit here wondering why? Why do I have secrets? Why does anyone have secrets? Why is it so hard to share secrets? Every once in a while one of my secrets will slip out. People stare at me when that happens. Tonight one of my secrets slipped between my lips. She asked if I was joking. I immediately wished I was. I decided my secrets are the part of me that I'm afraid to show to the world. They are the things about me that the world might disapprove of. I just wish it didn't always hurt so much to hold them inside. I wish I could let go and show myself to the world, but I can't. My secrets keep me moving when nothing else will. Secrets are painful but they give me a way out. They allow me to pretend to the world; a world that is unforgiving, a world that doesn't really care about who I am or who I'm trying to be. My lips are locked. I guess that is why.

Hazardous Navigating

My jaunt in London England has begun. I've been here for about five days now. It is pretty amazing how much has already happened. I've picked up a couple of reputations, on of which is getting people lost. Another is not stopping to take pictures. To go along with those I've also heard that I abandon people when we walk. If you ask me it is their fault they aren't keeping up. It is their fault they trusted me to guide them (my navigation skills are great, people just don't appreciate the novelty of being lost). It is their fault that I don't usually have a camera to take pictures of everything touristy. (I've started taking a camera with me so that I can stop and take pictures too, the only difference is the content of my pictures). One thing people can plan on when they go anywhere with me is that I will have an adventure. And that is why I can enjoy myself in London. Life is about adventure, and my life is a constant adventure. Just yesterday I led a friend onto the wrong train. We got stuck at the next stop trying to make it back. After a lifetime of waiting we finally jumped onto another train. I didn't say every adventure was huge. I've had a great time so far. I can hear London calling me right now. It whispers in my ear of adventures waiting to be experienced. For now I'll whisper back, but eventually I'll embrace them again. And when I do I will be thinking of how awful it must be not being lost in London with me.