Hello, Jet-lag...

I'm writing on the window sill of my bedroom in the Quilt & Croissants.  The journey here was long and sleepless for the most part thanks to an obnoxious kid on the plane.  Most of us didn't sleep.  We took a 3 hour bus ride from the airport to Stratford and I dozed a little.  

Upon arriving, we began to settle in.  I'm sharing a room with Samantha in an attic-esque space at the top of a 3 wind-ey, tiny staircases.  We have our own bathroom and even an extra bed from a girl who dropped the class last-minute, not to mention our own tea & coffee tray.  The owner, Sue, is super-friendly.  Others are staying at the "Forget-me-Not" ironically owned by a John and Kate!

We followed Dr. Stillman to a local pub for food.  I ordered Magner's Pear Cider, naively unaware of it's alcohol contents, but it really was delicious.  It reminded me of sparkling white grape juice...with a little kick.  I ate a Ploughman's (sandwich) which came out as a some-assembly required sandwich that was quite good.  The cheddar cheese was nothing like back home; a bold, strong, almost overwhelming flavor.

Tonight, we've been invited to an "Evensong" service at the local Trinity Church where Shakespeare was buried!

The town of Stratford is just great.  History on every quaint little corner, ready to be explored.  

Tomorrow we'll be seeing Julius Caesar.