Like all good things, this trip began in a bar.
It was a warm evening as we stood along the railing of a roof top bar in Orlando. The illuminated bank buildings filled the sky as the loud music filled the air. One of my co-workers was celebrating a birthday and bar hopping had brought us to this relatively empty bar on a Wednesday night.
I said, “It’s too bad you’re in school, I was hoping to go to Munich this year again.”
“I’m not in school. I’m taking the semester off,” she replied.
The Gatwick Express approached Victoria Station in central London. For the past thirty minutes, my eyes have been glued to the window, watching the English countryside glide past. My first thought, as we passed through the numerous towns between London and Gatwick was how old everything looked. Yet, I was fascinated by the almost cliched look of the buildings. I was in England.
