Everyone loves London. Well, maybe not, but everyone wants to visit London in their lifetime. Yet, nobody talks about Brighton. It’s not far from London (a fast train takes about an hour) and it’s a beach town with many historical roots. To be fair, I hadn’t thought much of it before my first visit. I just knew it was a large-ish city in England. The cities really don’t get that large there though, do they?
I hadn’t really thought about visiting Philadelphia, the birthplace of the nation, until my best friend went to University of Pennsylvania. I wasn’t much of a history buff as a kid, actually. Despite the amount of traveling I did as a kid, I hated going to museums for a long time. I only really started enjoying learning about history when I took AP World History and my teacher was good.
Here’s a more unconventional post for you, but I needed to start blogging about America (seeing as it’s where I have lived for most of my life). The Texas Renaissance Festival is a fair in the forest about an hour and a half from Houston. I went there on a school field trip when I was 10 years old and I remember loving it. Cotton candy, fairy crowns & wands, face painting, turkey legs the size of your head and giant swing rides? I was entranced. I also loved fairies and pixies when I was a kid. You can bet I was all over fantasy novels (I even started a life-long friendship over our mutual adoration for The Great Tree series!).