New Job, New House!

So last month, I started a new job as a math teacher at a really nice, private, boarding school.  I teach mainly math classes to grades 9-12 and also teach a couple IT classes. The job so far is going well - though it's kept me quite busy!  We have classes 6 days a week (oh hello, working on Saturday mornings, it's been a while since we've seen each other!).  Plus we also have chapel on Sundays.  And since it's a boarding school, we have lots of responsibility outside of the classroom - coaching several days a week, chaperoning trips on some weekends, bedtime duty in a boarding house once a week, etc.  So I pretty much work all the time.  But the school is amazing, my colleagues are incredibly friendly and welcoming, and the students are lovely.  So all in all, life is good.  But unbelievably busy - hence my lack of posting pretty much anything since the school year started!

Along with this new gig comes accommodation on campus (since we work every day at all hours, they give us housing...not a bad deal).  The best part about it is that when I'm not teaching, I can go home.  Usually that means working at home - but still, it's nice to plan lessons at home in my PJs rather than sitting in my empty classroom!

We were put in a lovely "flat" (aka apartment) called "Laundry Flat 1" as it's attached to the campus Laundry building.  Contrary to its name, however, it's quite a nice little house for us - 2 bedrooms, dining room/office, living room, bathroom, kitchen - everything we need for ourselves and the occasional guest (you're all welcome, by the way - we love visitors!!).

Here are a few pictures (especially for you mom :))

 [Note: these pictures were taken a couple weeks ago and we were still in the process of moving in - please disregard all untidiness, haha]

The front of our house (actually the side of the Laundry building) - our door is the open one. All the windows on the second floor are our house.

Our front door

We're on the second floor - here's the view of the front door from our house.

The dining room half of our dining room slash office.

The office half of our dining room slash office aka where I live most of the time.

Kitchen view #1

Kitchen view #2

Living room view #1

Living room view #2

Living room view #3 - the door on the left (which we always leave open as you see in this picture)  leads to a hallway with the kitchen and dining room/office, and the door on the right (also always left open) leads to the bedrooms and bathroom.

Spare room slash Jay's man-cave.

Our bedroom view #1 (from corner by the window)

Our bedroom view #2 (from door into room) - the built in closest along the far wall are my favorite thing about the room!

Our lovely bathroom.  No bath this time, sadly.  But at least everything is in one room!

View of our yard from the kitchen - you have to walk up stairs from the driveway to get to it...a little weird, yes.

Our yard is actually quite big - and terraced.  It goes even further back than this.

Our driveway and garage (we have the one on the right)

Rhone American Cemetery

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Rhone American Cemetery

When Jay and I started planning this trip, we knew we wanted to do a road trip in France, that we only had about 12 days to play with, and that we wanted to see some beaches and do some wine tasting. But we weren't sure what region we wanted to focus on. When I was home in Haverhill in July, during a conversation with my dad and grandmother, I found out that my great uncle Orazio (the brother of my paternal grandfather) was buried in France having been killed in action there in WWII.  After a quick bit of googling, I discovered that his grave was in Draguignan, not too far from Nice and Marseille. And so our trip started to take shape, literally centered around paying my respects to Uncle Orazio.

And so it happened, that on day 7 of our trip, August 13th, a bright, hot day, on our way from Ste-Maxime to Roquebrune-Cap-Martin, we found ourselves parking outside Rhone American Cemetery in Draguignan. I was immediately struck by the beauty of this place, all vivid green grass, sparkling blue fountains, beautiful olive trees, and dazzling white marble. The grass was pristinely cut, and the white marble tombstones were arranged in perfectly spaced lines. I had done a little research the evening before and so knew the location of Orazio's plot - plot C, row 10, grave 4.  We walked into the visitors center, picked up a couple pamphlets, and headed through the gates.  As we walked back into the sunshine, we happened into a well-dressed American man and Jay asked him to point us toward plot C. He asked if we were there to visit a specific grave, and upon hearing it was my relative immediately ushered us back into the visitors center to see Alison Libersa, the cemetery's Interpretive Guide. Alison, a very kind British woman, was delighted to meet us.  She explained that they were always honored to have family members visit and that they had special procedures in place for the occasion.  So she gathered up a few things and escorted us back into the sunshine.

As we walked toward plot C at the back of the cemetery, Alison explained a bit about the cemetery and her work there. Part of her job is to keep the stories of those buried there alive, sharing them with those she gives tours to, especially school groups. She asked about Orazio's story, and I shared what I knew, vowing to learn more from my family and pass it on to her. I loved the idea of keeping the memories of these soldiers alive, especially since they're all buried so far from home.

When we stopped at the edge of plot C, Alison pointed to a particular row and asked that I walk along it until I found my great uncle. As I walked down the path, I marvelled at how pristine each of the white marble crosses was, and how much care was clearly given to each. And then, before I knew it, I found myself reading Orazio Emilio on the tombstone in front of me. I was immediately, and quite surprisingly, overcome with emotion. I don't know if it's because Emilio was my name or if it was the feeling of having something so familiar and familial that close to me when I felt so far away from home, but my eyes welled up a bit and I found I had to take a deep breath to steady myself. It was an amazing and incredible moment that I will never forget.

After giving me a little time there on my own to take it all in, Alison and Jay joined me. Alison brought out a small pail of sand which she told us was from Omaha beach in Normandy.  She went on to explain that this was a gesture reserved for family and proceeded to show me what to do. She took a small amount of the soft sand and rubbed it into the inscription of the date on the marble cross, and then stepped back and allowed me to take my time to smooth the sand over each letter in the rest of the inscription. When I finished, the words on the grave immediately stood out in a simple, beautiful way. 

Alison then placed an American and French flag into the ground in front of the cross, explaining that when we left we were to take the flags with us as keepsakes from our visit. She also told us what she knew about Orazio's unit and their whereabouts on the day he died.  We were surprised to hear that he likely died near St Tropez, where we had been the previous evening, and that his unit would have followed some of the same route we had driven that day. It was bittersweet to think that we had unknowingly followed in my great uncle's footsteps. Alison then left us to take pictures and have some quiet moments on our own, encouraging us to stop by the visitors center on our way out, and reminding us that she would be there if we had any questions or needed any assistance.

Jay and I spent time taking pictures and making our way through the graves in plot C. I found several other soldiers from Massachusetts, one from New Hampshire, and one from Orazio's unit. Occasionally, instead of a cross, the tombstone would be a Star of David atop a pedestal, all still made of the same gorgeous white marble. We learned that there are 861 soldiers buried there, 61 of whom are still unknown, coming from every state except North Dakota. There is also a memorial to 294 who are missing. We visited the small, peaceful chapel behind this memorial, and read the bronze relief map showing the advancement of the American forces into Southern France during the middle of August, 1944. It is a beautiful cemetery and a lovely monument to those who fought in the south of France.

After quite a while, we retrieved the flags and said our silent good-byes to Orazio. We went back into the visitors center, signed the guest book, thanked Alison for all of her help, and took her card with a promise to send her whatever stories and pictures our family was willing to share. I left the cemetery with an amazing feeling of peace and happiness. It was a truly wonderful experience, and one that I am so honored and humbled to have had.

If you'd like more information about the Rhone American Cemetery, please visit http://www.abmc.gov/cemeteries/cemeteries/rh.php

Also, if you have any stories or pictures of Orazio Emilio that you'd be willing to share, please don't hesitate to message me.

(Note: These pictures are just the ones I took on my phone so I could share them easily. I have many more on my camera that I will share here once I've uploaded them.)

France Part 2

Ok, so my huge mega post wouldn't all fit...so here's the rest. The note about typos from my last post still applies!

Day 5 - Avignon to Cassis, Aug 11

The next morning, after our last lovely breakfast on the terrace, we set off south. We were sad to leave what felt like our home away from home, but excited to continue our adventure and make our way to the coast.

On our way, we stopped at Les Baux des Provence, a small village said to be one of the beautiful in all of France. The village was indeed gorgeous, but we were not prepared for the terrifyingly narrow mountain roads we had to take to get there. Cars (and lots of bikes and motorcycles) were zipping past with barely any room between us on one side, with a sheer drop on the other. Not exactly the relaxing morning drive we were hoping for. So we arrived a bit shaky, though thankfully in one piece, to the base of the village. Cars aren't allowed in the town, so we parked In the very full lot and made our way up the hill. Apparently, word is out about this town because it was massively crowded, so we weren't able to really enjoy a stroll through town to soak on the atmosphere. (In hindsight, we realized it was Saturday, probably didn't help). Instead, we headed up to the very top of the town to check out the ruins of an old chateau. Unfortunately, we didn't realize that the ruins are basically entirely outside, in direct sunlight. With highs over 100, we didn't last too long, though we did stay long enough to appreciate the incredible views. After that, we longed to get out of the sun and away from the crowds, and so headed back to our car to continue our journey. 

What was supposed to be an easy hour and a half drive to Cassis took over 3 thanks to some serious traffic. Now we knew what everyone meant when they talked about crazy August traffic in the south of France. Bumper to bumper for miles before each toll and stop and go in heavy congestion everywhere else, we we starting to feel a bit beleaguered.  When we finally arrived in Cassis, however, the view made it all worth it. We settled into our hotel room and soaked in the view of the Mediterranean from our balcony. 

View from our balcony

After catching our breath, we changed into our bathing suits, grabbed a quick lunch at the cafe below our hotel, and went for a dip in the sea. The water was cool and refreshing, especially after the day we'd had. We tried to lay out on the shore, but it was a pebble beach (as I mentioned in my last post, by pebble they really mean rocks) and we couldn't seem to get comfortable, so we decided to enjoy the comfort of the lounge chairs on our balcony instead. It was quite lovely. 

After a while, we showered and changed and strolled down to Cassis harbor where we enjoyed a few beverages, a great pizza dinner (with a huge carafe of wine), and a surprise concert by a rock cover band (on a stage out on the water off the harbor no less) before meandering back to our hotel where we enjoyed one last beverage on the deck of the hotel bar before retiring to our room. I was so happy to hear the sound of the sea, I actually fell asleep on one of the lounge chairs on our balcony for a few hours before making it into bed.

Enjoying some delicious rose at dinner

Our huge carafe of wine

Day 6 - Cassis to Ste-Maxime, Aug 12

The next morning, feeling slightly rough around the edges from our merriment the night before (we were over-served as my dad would say), we made our way down to breakfast on the deck and then headed out for our next destination, hoping an early departure would get us a bit ahead of the traffic. We also opted to take back roads instead of the main highway in hopes of enjoying a more relaxing ride (thank goodness for the avoid tolls option on our GPS!). Our plan worked pretty well and we enjoyed a relatively uneventful 90 minute drive to Ste-Maxime. 

Ste-Maxime is a chill little beach town on St Tropez bay. We checked into our little hotel and headed down to explore the boardwalk and get some lunch, settling on a little cafe right on the beach where it turned out the service was awful, the food was decent, and the view was incredible. Afterwards, we headed back to the hotel to change into our swimsuits and then hit the beach. The sea was again very refreshing, and this time it was a sand beach (a super hard sand beach, but still a huge upgrade, haha). We enjoyed laying on the beaching, dozing a bit and being entertained by a surprise air show - fighter jet display teams from France and the US put on quite a performance, practicing (as we found out later) for a big show on August 15th to celebrate the anniversary of the liberation of France (at least we think). It was very cool, and little surreal.

Later that evening, we dressed for dinner and hopped on a quick 15 minute ferry over to St. Tropez. On the ferry ride we spotted some of the most ridiculous yachts I've ever seen. Like, beyond huge. Beyond opulent. Just, wow. We spent nearly two hours just strolling through the street, ogling the ridiculously expensive shops, and enjoying the lovely weather. We finally settled into a little restaurant at the edge of the harbor and enjoyed a delicious pasta dinner before hopping back on the ferry and heading back to our little town on the other side of the bay.

France Part 1

So I've completely dropped the ball with blog writing on this trip. My apologies. I blame the wine, and my inability to write while riding in a car, not to mention that I brought my iPad instead of our netbook thinking it would be easier, and unfortunately I was very wrong. So I'm going to recap the first half of our trip in one mega-post. So grab a glass of wine and enjoy!

PS I apologise for any typos, etc. My iPad is set to UK English so autocorrects extras u's into my words and changes z's to s's often. Plus, I lost parts of this several times and if I look at it anymore, I might pass out, haha.

Day 1 - Calais to Dijon, Aug 7

Really this was Day 2 of our trip because we drove from our house to Dover, England the night before. But since we didn't make it to France, I decided not to count it, haha.

We woke up in the guest house in Dover early, had a lovely breakfast, and then headed down the road to the ferry port. After a surprisingly painless trip through border control, we and our car loaded onto the ferry.  The ferry journey was easy enough, only taking about an hour and a half, and then voila! we were in France! We drove off the ferry in Calais without much fuss onto the roads of France...on the right side of the road, but in a British car (steering wheel on the right)...thank goodness Jay was driving because I wouldn't have stood a chance!

Day 1 was mostly driving. It took us about 6 hours or so to get to Dijon on surprisingly nice, wide, uncrowded roads. The one shocker was the tolls...you get your ticket, drive for hours, then pay a hefty toll - anywhere from 20 to 40 Euros at a time. Yikes!

We arrived in Dijon, checked into our little hotel, and headed out to explore.  We found ourselves in a gorgeous, huge open courtyard slash plaza called Place Liberation (I think). There was a lovely fountain, and tons of restaurants with outdoor seating. We ambled down a side street and decided on a nice little restaurant that wasn't too crowded (and not gonna lie, they had a menu in English available and with my poor French skills having been dormant for years, we decided to take it slow, haha). The food was delicious (I had scallops that were to die for, which interestingly are called St. Jacques here) and of course the wine was lovely. After dinner, it was just a nice stroll back to our hotel for an early evening...another long drive lie ahead of us.

Plaza in Dijon.

Requisite self-portrait in Dijon.

Day 2 - Dijon to Avignon, Aug 8

We awoke relatively early and a lovely breakfast - fresh coffee and orange juice, pain au chocolat, croissants and baguettes with butter and jam. Delicious. Then we hit the road for our last big drive for a while. Another 6 or so hours in the car and another obscene amount of money in tolls and we arrived in Saint-Saturnin-lès-Avignon, a little village about 15 minutes west of Avignon.  We arrived at an adorable guest house where we had a lovely terrace and access to a gorgeous pool with sun loungers and a pool house with free wine (that's right...free wine - it was in a box, but as we found out even cheap French wine is good wine). We were more than happy to make this our home base for 3 nights. It was early evening by the time we arrived so we settled into our room and then laid by the pool and read for a bit before getting ready for dinner.  For dinner, we wandered into he village to a local restaurant for a pitcher of wine and yummy French food.

Jay at dinner.

Day 3 - Avignon, Aug 9

We awoke well rested and greeted by a delicious breakfast on the tree shaded open terrace. We again found ourselves drinking fresh OJ and coffee and munching on pastries and baguettes with jam.  Here the jam was homemade (so delicious) and there was also fresh fruit and yogurt.

After stuffing ourselves we dressed, packed our backpack and headed to Avignon. Avignon is a neat little city, surrounded by a high wall and bordered by a river with many bridges. Our first stop in Avignon was to do a little sight-seeing of the Palais des Papes and its gardens. We enjoyed strolling through the city, enjoying a leisurely lunch (I has a salad with smoked salmon and a sea bream mango tartare that was so delicious and had a prosciutto salad he said was divine).

Jay's scrumptious lunch.

After lunch we discovered a great little wine shop that offered tastings.  You put money on a little card (a cross between a hotel gift card and a credit card) and then simply put it into one of these cool machines, pressed the button fore the amount you amount you wanted (1, 2, or 3 ounces) above the bottle you wanted to try, and out came your wine! One of the store's clerks spoke great English and gave us a great little lesson on the different wine regions on the area. We had a great time and walked away with two bottles of great wine. After that, we enjoyed a little gelato before heading out of the heat and back to the luxurious coolness of our inn's pool.

Instead of eating out, on our way home we picked up some dinner supplies (cheese, baguettes, humus, wine, salami, chocolate, grapes and nectarines) and enjoyed an evening reading by (and in) the pool and dinner on our terrace.


Day 4 - Avignon, Aug 10

On our second day in Provence, we started out early (after another fantastic breakfast) to see Orange before the afternoon heat hit. Orange was a 30min drive north, and our Marian goal was to see the Theatre Antique, a Roman amphitheatre built somewhere between 27BC and AD14 to seat 10,000 spectators.  It has been extremely well preserved and we were absolutely impressed by its sheer size and remarkably good state.

Self-portrait at the Roman Theatre

After leaving Orange, we decided to escape the heat by doing some proper wine tasting - we were in France after all. We started in a little family run vineyard where we tasted a few wines and bought a couple bottles (Domaine de Fontavin in Courthézon). Then we headed over to a tasting room slash wine shop just down the road (also in Courthézon) called Cellier des Princes. The woman who did our tasting spoke fantastic English, and was extremely knowledgable, friendly, and helpful. We had a great time with her, tasting nearly 15 wines. The wine was delicious, and not being able to help ourselves we bought 10 bottles!! Even more shocking was that it only cost 80 Euros! We also got great advice on which bottles to keep and age for a few years and which we can drink sooner - we're really looking forward to breaking some of those bottles open for future wedding anniversaries!

Wine country!!

After that, it was a trip into one of the wine capitals of Provence, Chateauneuf du Pape. We really didn't have a plan upon arriving and pretty much just happened upon a little vineyard tasting room. Inside, we were lucky enough to walk into a cellar tour and tasting that had just started for another couple, so we joined in and enjoyed an informative explanation of how they make their wine and the different strict regulations they have to adhere to. Then we has a little mini-class in how to taste wine while we sample three different varieties of their wine. It was really fun and we actually learned a lot! We also walked away with another bottle of wine (a really nice one that will be best after being aged 3 to 5 years), bringing our grand total to 15 bottles.

Yet again, we returned to our lovely little inn for one last night of relaxing by the pool and then dinner in the village. This time we found a quirky little restaurant that felt a bit like eating in someone's backyard (complete with our waitress taking a smoke and cell phone break at the table next to us, haha), but the food and wine were tasty.

Bonjour from France!

So I wrote a monster blog over several hours yesterday all about the first week of our trip and then my stupid iPad deleted half of it. So, while I get over my frustration, and in the interest of getting something posted,  here's a few tidbits from our trip...

Things I've Learned About/In France
1. Everyone smokes everywhere. I literally don't think I've seen a "no smoking" sign at any point.
2. Several times we have seen a whole section of a rest area convenience store dedicated to champagne. Only in France.
3. Most of the beaches down here in the south are pebble beaches. And by pebble, they mean pretty large stones. I'm not really a fan.
4. The tolls in France are ridiculously expensive. Like...wow.
5. Even cheap French wine is delicious.
6. In restaurants, it is often cheaper to order a glass of wine than a soda. This is how we have been saving money for tolls, haha.
7. The only French I remember is from 6th and 7th grade. Remarkably, it's gotten me pretty far. Thank you Sister Florence.

Hello from Cassis!!

Ok, that's all for now. Hopefully within a day or two I will get over my intense annoyance with my iPad and re-finish my first blog post. Until then au revoir!

Driving in the UK

So I've officially lived in England for 7 months as of today. One of the biggest hurdles I've had to face is driving on the left (aka wrong) side of the road. It's been a slow process - at first I wouldn't drive anywhere that involved roundabouts (aka rotaries for my fellow New Englanders), right turns or curvy back roads and never without Jay in the car. But as Jay worked all day and I got super stir-crazy, I had to venture out on my own at some point. So on days I felt extra courageous, I would head out on my own to either the local supermarket or Walmart - both of which had minimal roundabout action and mostly were on straight, multi-lane roads.

And then of course I got a job, and so I have to drive by myself every day. Thankfully, the route to work is not complicated and only takes about 15 minutes. And I'm happy to report that I'm actually settling in quite nicely. I no longer freak out every time I have to drive and I'm not nearly as nervous behind the wheel as I was just a few months ago. That being said, there a few things in particular that I find difficult/crazy/bizarre, so I thought I'd share them with you :)

First of all, here's a little clip from the movie The Holiday (if you haven't seen the film, btw, it's one of my favorites - I highly recommend it). I think it perfectly illustrates how I feel about driving in the UK:

(PS: If you have any trouble watching the video, you can also view it here.)

And now on to my personal list of the difficult/crazy/bizarre aspects of driving in the UK...

1. Roundabouts.

They are everywhere. Like, seriously, everywhere. They don't believe in four-way-stops...in fact, I've never seen a single stop sign - I'm not sure they even exist here. So pretty much every intersection has a roundabout of some size. They range from dinky little ones (I call them baby roundabouts) that consist only of a white circle painted on the ground to the large multi-lane ones, to the grand-daddy of them all: the "magic roundabout" (yes, that's actually what it's called). What's the magic roundabout, you say? Why it's only the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen - one large roundabout with five mini-roundabouts around it - see the photo below. I refuse to drive near it. Refuse. Oh? And did I mention the inner roundabout goes in the opposite direction? Yup. Insane. Never, I tell you. Never.

The scariest thing for me about roundabouts isn't that I don't know how to use them (it's not the hard) but that the fundamental idea behind it is that everyone has to follow the rule of giving way to the right - as long as everyone does that, it works great. But I don't trust people to give way (this would not work in America, right?) so I'm terrified the whole time that someone is going to hit me. Not fun.

2. Cars and Road are TINY.

Cars here are small. I thought it was just because they like to be eco-friendly or something, but now I have another explanation - the roads here are crazy narrow. There are several roads near us that are two-way but to me seem only big enough for one car. When I have to drive by a car coming the opposite way, I often "think small" and make my body as small as possible in hopes that this will somehow help my car to magically shrink and not hit the oncoming car. This is a daily struggle. Even though I've never actually hit an oncoming car, I don't think I will ever shake the anxiety these stupid, narrow roads invoke.

The parking spaces are similarly small. Here's a truck (small according to US standards) parked at our local supermarket. Notice how it doesn't even come close to fitting in the space. We have a normal sized car (it would be considered relatively small in America - 4 doors but compact) and we JUST fit in parking spaces, which does not make parking easy. I'm not a fan.

3. The Wrong Side

To be honest, I thought being on the wrong side of the car and the road would be crazy difficult. But it's actually not that bad. Because everyone else is doing it, you just kinda follow along. And being on the opposite side of the car actually makes being on the wrong side of the road feel normal in some weird way. But I recently found one big issue this causes - I can't reverse correctly. In the states, I would look over my right shoulder to see out the back window when I reversed. Now when I do this, all I see is my head rest - not ideal. So just turn the other way, right? Not as easy as it sounds. First of all, my body doesn't like it - it's so used to turning to the right and never turning to the left that my neck is actually not as flexible that way so I still can't see properly. (Weird, I know). So I was just making do with my mirrors and looking to the right and around my head rest when Jay suggested using my arm on the passenger seat to more easily turn to the left. The first time I tried this, I nearly crashed - turning the opposite way somehow messes up my left/right awareness and I can't control the car properly in reverse. It actually goes the opposite way of what I'm intending. It's a disaster. I'm going to have to retrain my mind how to reverse...I feel like I'm 17 and learning to drive all over again. So annoying.

Next steps...

Legally, I'm allowed to drive on my American license for one year (kinda shocking, isn't it?), but after that it's illegal to do so and I'll have to apply for a British one. Which means I'll actually have to take the written and practical tests. And apparently the driving test here is super hard. Oh joy. So within the next 5 months I'm going to have to embrace these differences, or at least learn to live with them, and somehow figure out how to reverse. Fingers crossed!

Until next time, cheerio!

Meg

Coastal Getaway

This weekend, Jay and I decided to take a little mini-getaway to the coast. We decided to check out Bournemouth - a little coastal town pretty much due south of us, just under 2hrs away. We arrived on Friday afternoon to a sweet little B&B we had found online. We met the owner, got settled into our room and then headed out for a lovely stroll along the ocean. Bournemouth is beautifully laid out for walking - there's a large pathway along the edge of the sand as well as lovely pathways along the top of the cliffs that overlook the ocean. The weather was quite mild and we walked for hours, enjoying the scenery and stopping off to check out a cafe and the Boscombe pier.

View of Fisherman's Walk from the cliff

Lunch with a view at Urban Reef

Boscombe Pier

After our long walk, we headed back to the inn to shower and change for dinner. We ate a little pub just down the road and then treated ourselves to an early night reading in bed (all that walking certainly wore us out!).

On Saturday, we awoke early for breakfast in the B&B's gorgeous breakfast area overlooking the ocean. Then we packed and headed off to explore a bit more of Bournemouth - which has 7 miles of coastline! We drove down to Boscombe pier, where we had left off the day before, and continued on. We came to Bournemouth Pier where we enjoyed some time playing in the arcade, exploring the aquarium (called the Oceanarium) and having some delicious seaside fish and chips.

Beach Huts along the boardwalk

Turtle popping up to say hello at the Oceanarium

On the way home, we decided to stop by Stonehenge, as it was more or less on the way. Though it was quite cold, windy and damp, we enjoyed having a walk around - a first for us both. We didn't stay too long though, as the weather was not ideal, and we look forward to visiting again when the weather cooperates a bit more.

Stonehenge

Me looking really cold at Stonehenge

All in all, a fantastic little getaway! Bournemouth might be one of my new favorite places on Earth - we'll definitely be going back again soon!!