A weekend in England was an experience for sure! We embarked for Liverpool at 5:30 in the morning and just a few short hours later, we had successfully made it to a town filled with music and culture. Unable to check-in for several hours, we marched through the city as if to be backpacking through Europe, the American dream of course! We stopped by a tiny fish and chips shop that lacked chairs as well as patience for the confused. While sitting on a wall amidst the hustle and bustle, a Polish man spoke to us in a less than understandable accent about life. After a swift pigeon attack, we ventured on to explore the life of the Beatles. While searching for the “Beatles’ Story,” we stumbled upon a modern art museum. This art was interesting to say the least, but a dance floor with provided headphones playing Oldies was definitely a great feature! We proceeded to discover the “Beatles’ Story” by attending the Beatles Museum, a building with a big story to tell as well as a fun children’s section. After taking a trip to the hotel, we ate dinner at a nice family restaurant that was very pleasant after a long day exploring the town as treacherous backpackers.
Day two of this trip was the best day I have had here in Europe. After riding a taxi, a train, a bus, and another taxi, we had finally made it to Peak District, a beautiful stretch of land outside of Manchester. Stepping foot on this land, I never felt smaller. Nothing but gorgeous land and the road we came from could be seen. We started off on a path heading towards who knows where when we decided to have our sack-lunch on the top of a peak a few miles ahead of us. Obviously, a path didn’t lead to this path, so we ventured off into the open fields. As we were walking, the strangest thing happened—it began to hail on us. Hail! It was so random as the temperatures outside were anything but warm. After we trekked down a long downhill stream, the uphill climb began. Miles and miles, we walked. Apart from heavy breathing, brisk steps, and the occasional chirping bird, not a sound could be heard. Bliss, complete bliss.
We finally reached the final stretch, the peak a mere stones throw away. The vertical was sharp, and the rain made each step a grueling task. The blades of grass were used as handholds. The thick weeds were used as footholds.
We finally made it to the top, and it was worth every step. Miles of land could be seen in every direction. It was the most beautiful picture I’ve ever witnessed. The wind captured my every pure breathe. The view captured my heart, my tiny heart in this massive land.
Our venture down was just as amazing as the walk up, as I had the opportunity to talk to an incredible person about life. Life in general. Our lovely talk was accented with the scenery of the most wonderful shade of green, and nothing could have been more perfect in those moments.
After we returned to the little town, we grabbed a bite to eat and ventured home by means of taxi, bus, train, bus, and then taxi yet again, but every minute of travel was worth it to share such a moment of pure awestricken wonder of God’s mighty hand.
We finally reached the final stretch, the peak a mere stones throw away. The vertical was sharp, and the rain made each step a grueling task. The blades of grass were used as handholds. The thick weeds were used as footholds.
We finally made it to the top, and it was worth every step. Miles of land could be seen in every direction. It was the most beautiful picture I’ve ever witnessed. The wind captured my every pure breathe. The view captured my heart, my tiny heart in this massive land.
Our venture down was just as amazing as the walk up, as I had the opportunity to talk to an incredible person about life. Life in general. Our lovely talk was accented with the scenery of the most wonderful shade of green, and nothing could have been more perfect in those moments.
After we returned to the little town, we grabbed a bite to eat and ventured home by means of taxi, bus, train, bus, and then taxi yet again, but every minute of travel was worth it to share such a moment of pure awestricken wonder of God’s mighty hand.
The final day we spent in Liverpool, relaxing and soaking in the culture of this music hub. After a trip to see Anfield and a random bus ride with no destination, we got off at the docks and spent time walking and enjoying life. We spent the afternoon just enjoying each others company while enjoying some good food as well. A quick ride on the Yellow Duckmarine and we were back to the hotel to get some good rest before departing 4:30 am.
God was definitely taking care of us this trip. The number of times we were lost, in need of a taxi, or just plain confused was uncountable, but so many people went well out of their way to help us in any way they could. Also, when people in the group would get separated, we would happen to stumble upon them admist this big city. Crazy. God is so good.
God was definitely taking care of us this trip. The number of times we were lost, in need of a taxi, or just plain confused was uncountable, but so many people went well out of their way to help us in any way they could. Also, when people in the group would get separated, we would happen to stumble upon them admist this big city. Crazy. God is so good.
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