Bath

Otherwise known as travel mishaps.

And in the Rubin household you can be guaranteed at least one per trip. From bird poop, to rainy beaches, to getting stuck on a narrow street mid three-point-turn. If it’s belly laugh inducing (and at the time, anxiety provoking) chancing are it’s happened to us.

Little did I know that this particular Rubin trait would follow me across the pond on a Staggs family trip.

As always, after the fact, the mishaps are funny and – let’s face it – great fodder for the old blog. But, in the moment, it was terrible.

Another site we planned on visiting while in England was Stonehenge. My dad had been there back in the early 90′s and I was lucky enough to have seen the ruins only two years ago. My mom and sister were definitely in for a treat.

Being the wanna-be tour guide that I am, I took charge on booking the tour that would pick us up from Bath and deliver us to Stonehenge. My dad helpfully booked the train tickets that would get us from London to Bath. The two worlds of different booking systems would align and the day trip would pull off without a hitch.

You see where this is going right?

We get to the train station on time, locate our platform and have a smooth ride (complete with in-train entertainment!) all the way to Bath. Once there we grabbed some coffee and set off exploring the beautiful architecture and greenery that abounds here. A quick lunch by the river was enjoyed before sprinting off to our tour group meeting location.

(You SO know where this is going now…)

In line to climb onto our coach and the tour guide can’t find our names on the roster. I whip out the confirmation number and patiently wait while he calls his office…and informs me that…our tickets were for…the next day.

Womp. Womp.

Clearly I need more practice in the art of tour-guiding.

So here we were where Thursday didn’t mean Friday and Three available seats wouldn’t accommodate Four booties. My logic at this point was that the ruins had been there for thousands of years already, I’d just seen them two years ago and am pretty confident they would continue to stand until my next rendezvous with England.

Off they go to see the wonder that is Stonehenge, while I consoled myself with a manicure, leisurely walk and delicious lunch along the River Avon.

C’est la vie…or better yet, c’est la travel mishaps…that turn out alright in the end.

Tagged as: Bath, Mishaps, Stonehenge, Travel

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Wow! It is so easy to forget how early 7 am is when you’re on vacation! Well, up we were and after grabbing a coffee and croissant to go we were on our way to the tubes (along with the rest of London it felt like) heading to Paddington Station. The train station itself was pretty remarkable and we had all the platforms and 8 different ticket stubs figured out in the nick of time. The train ride through the English countryside was amazing – beautiful rolling hills, fields, rivers etc. Now, I am all about enjoying each moment for what it is but, I have to admit, seeing the English countryside made me get very excited about our upcoming travels through the Tuscan countryside.

Bath is a fairly small ‘city’ with a beautiful Abbey, tons of little streets, a roman bath/hot spring, and beautiful Georgian architecture. We enjoyed a full day here walking around the city, touring the roman baths, and doing some light shopping (consignment shops are my weakness!) For our mid-afternoon ‘break’ we joined a small tour group to Stonehenge, stopping at the town of Lacock (wholly comprised of houses built between the 13^th and 18^th centuries) for a quick pint.

Stonehenge was incredible. Period. To all you naysayers (none of whom is reading this, I imagine) I am so thankful that we traveled to see this site (so there!). It was overwhelming seeing it for the first time rising out of a flat pasture surrounded by rolling hills and grazing sheep. The nearest road A303 disappears from your mind as you walk along the set path offering unobstructed views of the pre-historic site. We took our time, even stopping to sit, relax, and eat a bite of bread and cheese while soaking up the scenery. At the risk of sounding woo-woo: There is definite power there, after all people have been using that ground since before the wheel was invented (!!!), I don’t think time can erase a thing like that. There was a moment when I knew that we’d connected with some sort of energy present there…as we were walking a black bird flew around us at shoulder level, from left to right, completing 2 circles before landing right beside us, to our left in front of the monument. Laugh if you will (I can hear it from here I think…) but in ancient times augers knew that birds flying from left to right across the sky was a good omen. Needless to say, I had definite chillbumps and sent up a word or two expressing my absolute awe, wonder, and thankfulness for the many secrets still present in the world – Stonehenge definitely being one of them.

Ok, woo-woo moment has passed. Back to Bath – once there we walked up to the Royal Circus which is a large round-about surrounded by four sections of crescent shaped Georgian style buildings – together they form a large circle, only breaking at four points for the road. We also saw the Royal Crescent which is a large crescent shaped Georgian building surrounded by large green lawns and gardens. Jane Austen fans will know that this is where women would get gussied up and stroll up and down the corridor until the evening dances and balls. Wanting a change of scenery, and to get out of the sun which had gotten quite hot that day, we walked down to the River Avon to stroll along the river. Bath, by the way, was voted the UK’s most romantic city and while taking in the scenes of the river it is easy to see why.

Our train was due to leave at 8:40 so we found a nice pub, the Coeur de Lion – not in ANY of the guidebooks – to sample the local ales and food. Coeur de Lion happens to be Bath’s smallest pub and brews Abbey Ales. Here we met some of the locals, our favorite of which was named Tony, who told us some wild tales about his past, including getting out of a DUI ticket (including being stopped driving on the “wrong” side of the road) by claiming to be the Queen’s chef during a holiday to Ft. Lauderdale. He is a chef, mind you, just not for the Queen. Speaking of food, Adam got a real taste of England, ordering the house daily special: Game Pie. He bravely made his way through half before recognizing defeat and setting his fork aside. I tried a bite and I can say that it would take me a very VERY long time to get used to that taste (read: yuck!). After several more minutes of lively conversation with topics ranging from politics, movie stars and tattoos, we headed back to the train station to London.

Tomorrow, our last day in London (already?!) is Adam’s work day so I’ll be off on my own and will be sure to let you know about my adventures (or lack thereof) in due time. Cheers!

Oh – an update from the Dragon Lady – she is still hanging around getting more bothersome in high traffic/pollution areas…she should have a field day once we’re in Rome.

Tagged as: Bath, Stonehenge, Travel, UK

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