I said farewell to my dad this morning; we got dropped off rather abruptly at the airport, at different terminals. Honestly I still don't think it's hit me yet that I won't see anyone I know for another four and a half weeks, and that person will be Cap. At the risk of seeming self-centered, I'm just ready to get out and see the world.
So I've made it to Windermere, or Ambleside, more specifically. The train ride over was quite relaxing; I still can't get over how metropolitan Manchester is for its size -- there was a Russian- (or Slavic-) speaking gentleman talking away on his cell phone behind me, two French women in front of me, and two Chinese girls in the seats to my left.
The ride over was filled with lots of sheep(!) and idyllic scenes of overcast English countryside. The lake is beautiful -- the greenness and small-town feel here remind me of McCall; the people visiting here are all very outdoorsy or resort-types. I can't wait to get to my room, lock up my pack, and get out exploring.
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