Woke up determined to go somewhere outside of London - somewhere different. I was a little lost in a mild fever. However, I managed to plan a trip and get on a train. Yes, probably not the wisest decision I've made, but this is one of my only opportunities for a day trip.
So, after a delayed train and three hours later, I arrived. A slight drizzle covered the road as I stepped into the main street. I noticed instantly the white painted buildings. I felt like I was in Greece. Seagulls flying overhead and all.
Brighton is like the Portland of England. Hip. Cool. Weird.
I met two lovely, outspoken British ladies. They had worked in theatre for over thirty years together. One asked me to guess their age. I said that was an unfair question. I proceeded to tell them how my grandma says she is always turning 29 years old and we still don't know her age. So, I guessed 29. They ended up being 76 and 83. One had a high pitched voice who talked flamboyantly. The other sat making quiet remarks. What a pair! We conversed about traveling and the weather. They recommended a few places to go in Brighton, and then I was off.
I walked around the town and found the harbor. Beautiful water. The beach was rocky. Meaning it was completely consisted of rock. The seagulls swarmed and dove above people. They were unafraid and relentless. Although it was raining, there were plenty of walkers along the shoreline.
I wandered about the town and streets a bit more before heading out. The streets were steep and gave an excellent view of the ocean. The buildings were freshly painted to feature the historical architecture.
Tired and feeling a bit under the weather, I made it home in time to catch up on some zinc and vitamin C as my fever progressed. Praying for my body to heal overnight for school tomorrow.