This morning we had breakfast at the hotel and it was actually the only time we’ve had a traditional British breakfast since we’ve been here. It was eggs, mushrooms, beans and sausage. I skipped the beans, so it was pretty good. A little odd to eat at 9:30 in the morning, but it was something I had to try.
Today we drove an hour to Bath and our first stop was at this giant palace. I don’t really know much about it, but it was cool to take photos of. It was one long house with several doors and there was a beautiful green lawn in front of it. After that little detour, we made it to the main attraction of the afternoon, which was the tour the Roman baths. I wish I had some interesting facts to share, but I didn’t want to walk around the small and crowded area with a phone to my ear, so I didn’t learn anything. The baths are just large pools filled with green water, surrounded by columns and statues of, what I assume are, Roman emperors. Annie and I made it through pretty fast and we went to the gift shop because we’re suckers like that. We shopped for a bit and I found it funny that they were selling Roman soldier Christmas ornaments. We both got two gifts and when we were checking out the woman that was helping Annie double charged her for an item. I wasn’t paying super close attention as it went down because I was paying, too and thankfully it was the correct price. The woman tells Annie, “Your total is 12 pounds.” Then she goes, “Oh wait,” and charges Annie again for one of the items and reads her new total as 17 pounds. If you think about the U.S. exchange rate being 1.4, that’s a rip off. Annie was a total #girlboss and asked to see the receipt before she paid and the lady said no. So she asked for a price check and what do you know? One of the items alone wasn’t 12 pounds. Annie caught her red handed intentionally double charging at the Roman Bath gift shop. You bet we wrote that down in the comment book outside the gift shop.
After getting away without our wallets being emptied, we went to lunch at the Pump Room next door. This was reserved months ago, so we all had preselected our meals. Apparently this restaurant was the place back in the day for aristocracy to dine. It was really nice and the food was excellent. After that, we walked around Bath before getting back on the bus.
For some reason, all of us were so exhausted after this excursion. I slept on the bus–I think we all did–and when we got back to the hotel, Annie and I crashed on the bed. We relaxed and napped for a few hours before we had to be back on the bus for our next adventure.
This time it was Skittles, or Nine Pins. Skittles is the original bowling that the Brits have been playing for ever. It’s like a bowling lane, but not as long and you have to manually set up the pins. You get three turns using softball sized wooden balls. Our game of Skittles was put on by a Rotary Club that has sponsored Gaylord faculty in the past. There were six of them: two women and four men. We met at a pub with a Skittles lane in the back room and we ate and drank and played Skittles for a few hours. It was honestly the most fun I’ve had in a while. The rotarians were so fun!!! There was a woman named Debbie who was really outgoing and cool and her husband (I think), Richard, who were really good at Skittles. They were the life of the party. Then there was another couple, June and David, who were a little older and much quieter. Jess started talking to them a lot and she and June really hit it off. One of the guys on the trip had the idea to chant June’s name the next time she went up to Skittle (?). She LOVED it. She would do a little dance for us and it really brought her out of her shell. We laughed so hard tonight with the rotarians. It just proves that we may age on the outside, but we don’t have to on the inside. When we were saying our goodbyes, June and Jess were hugging and June told Jess that this was the best night of her life. I think they both cried a little bit. This group of British media students comes to this small, tiny town once a year. We must be some of the only “young person” interaction they have, which would explain the emotional goodbyes. We got on the bus, reluctantly, and the rotarians came out to wave to us as we left. We saw June, as we were chanting her name, and she had a Kleenex to her eyes. She was crying as we were pulling off. I think we all cried a little bit tonight. Her husband was next to her with his cane and it was the sweetest, yet most heartbreaking sight I’ve ever seen. This was a great reminder to respect your elders and to talk to them. They deserve to be loved on, even though they are further along in life. Talk to them. Learn from them. We loved Skittles. It was the best night of the trip.
Being so randomly tired and having a headache