Made it to Oxford today, and to ready internet access. So...I thought I might scribble alittle. England has been wonderful so far; a lifetime of experiences bundled into two weeks to the degree that I am beginning to understand what the Psalmist meant when he wrote "My cup runneth over." London brought me all the sights I expected and introduced me to true theatre. You haven't seen one until you've seen one in London. Then there was the Southern Excursion which brought me what Dr. Ryken loves to call the "archetypal sublime." Tintagel (pictured to the left), the legendary birthplace of King Arthur, blew Lake Superior out of the water and gave Hawaii a run for its money. I have never seen such a beautiful sunset nor hiked such lush hills to look out over the Atlantic Ocean or on a small English oceanside town with a castlelike Camelot Hotel perched on the cliffs. Simply breathtaking. In short, I was undone. Now I am in Oxford, the archetypal college town with its grand buildings and glorious past. I am so thrilled that I went on this trip and look forward to the things to come.
