After my disaster at the gym I went to the barf-a-teria in search of healthy food. (wait, wait. Now it's a "food court". Same crap. Different name.) I ended up getting a salad and a slice of veggie pizza. It would have been good if it wasn't soggy.
I took both back to Communications Hall to eat. The Communications department rips apart the Sunday NYTimes and plasters it on the wall. Right at the table I chose was a three-full page article on "Hiking Into History". Suddenly the disaster in the gym seemed far away. I was in love with walking again. I no longer cared that I was out of shape.
From The Times: "The Ridgeway is the oldest continuously used road in Europe, dating back to the Stone Age. Situated in southern England, built by our Neolithic ancestors, it’s at least 5,000 years old, and may even have existed when England was still connected to continental Europe, and the Thames was a tributary of the Rhine." The ancient road is about 40 miles.
I wanna go. Now. But there's a couple of problems. Money, time, and oh, yeah, I don't fly. But it's another goal. One that I can save money for. Time I can plan. Especially if I include enough for a ocean voyage. A girl can dream.
If you have a dream of walking thru ancient England, you can come along. Here's the website to visit in the meantime.
Again, I borrowed the image from Wikipedia.

2 comments:
I'll sedate you and get you on a plane. Enough Ativan and alcohol and you'll sleep like a baby...
you can come and take the train to Paris
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