Pride Rock

2 more days in wonderful England. I've decided I like the north a bit better, after having experienced both Ireland and now Scottland. The 6 1/2 hour train ride to/back from Scottland was quite the experience. I couldn't help thinking that for such an amount of time I could've been to California from Mesa, or to the states from Gatwick airport. It sure is silly how time is always relative to something else. Now, time is going by so slowly yet too fast at the same time. I'm so ready to come home yet am dreading it and think I may hide my suitcase to prohibit packing. I've layed on the prohibited Christ Church grass, I've been exploring around Oxford, I've conqurered numerous cities, I've stood in 2 hemispheres at the same time, I've rode on a double decker bus, I've matress surfed in an Oxford establishment, I've been on a pub crawl, I've almost been hit by crazy busses numerous times, I did not set foot in one American store/food place the whole time I've been here, I've climbed to the highest point in Scottland (840ish ft) and seen the city below and the North sea look so so small, I've learned to love tea, I've become fully British. I can only think of a small handful of tense/bad moments on this trip. The rest have been either ridiculous and incredible, or I've been laughing so much my face hurts. The dynamics with the people on the trip will be sorely missed, especially because we have had the best time with each other and getting to know each other. I wish America had trains like Europe does. I was so productive on the train. I need a train to circle the outskirts of Waco (or Baylor) (kind of like a Christmas tree) that I can get on, have complimentary biscuits and diet coke, and get all my schoolwork done there. Yes, that would be wonderful.