In Plymouth I decided that I want to
live on the English sea shore. I don’t really want to live at the
beach, but the beach and the seashore are two very different things;
the beach implies sand and surf and sun (all nice, but sand gets
stuck in every crevice and they do not make an SPF high enough for my
Swedish/Danish/Irish complexion) while the seashore implies a rocky
shoreline and lighthouse and ships sailing gracefully past. I’ve
added it to my bucket list.
Shortly after docking, my roommate
Alyssa and I got off to explore. We had planned to walk downtown, but
apparently Plymouth has two city centers; we headed towards the first
one. It was a nice city, but similar to many places in America with
chain stores and fast-food restaurants lining the streets.
When we found the city center it had
been turned into an Olympic park of sorts. Olympic flags surrounded a
seating area that faced a giant screen and official vendors lined the
perimeter. JACKPOT! I love the Olympics and was sad to be missing
them (even though we spent two days in England right in the middle of
the games). My family began collecting Olympic pins for the Atlanta
Olympics and continues when the games were in Salt Lake City, so I
couldn’t resist adding a London pin to our collection. Time was
limited because we docked late (we were actually there early but the
ship using the pier before us was an hour late leaving), so I watched
about twenty minutes of swimming before I had to head back. It may
not have been the most exciting city on the itinerary, but I got to
watch twenty minutes of the Olympics live and that was exciting to
me!
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