I guess you could say that I am back home from my trip to England. Or you could do what Philip did in an attempt to stop me from crying at having to be seperated from him once again... And that is to tell me that being in America is now the vacation.

Either way, I had a really nice time and York is truly a wonderful place. It's the sort of place where you step off the train and the air seems so clean and fresh - there is not the enveloping depression that London possesses. York is a place where one stops by a real butcher's shop to pick fresh meat for dinner and one of the countless bakeries to get a loaf of bread. It's a place where there is always something new and beautiful to see in one of the hundreds of shops. Personally I was surprised and pleased to find a great selection of alternative clothing shops, antique stores where you can find netsuke carvings, and an incredible Japanese bar. And to be walking along ancient roads all the while? Passing through buildings older then the United States? The history and archeology alone is something to hold with awe. But to then be so completely surrounded by it all as you do nothing more then walk through the city? There are no words for such a thing.