Yesterday was our first full day in Penrith, in the Lake District, England…and we did absolutely nothing. There is a certain anxious feeling that I am finding difficult to explain, but regardless, I will try. Typically, travel is filled with plans to do or see any number of things. It can even be disappointing to make it all the way to (insert exotic locale here) and not see one of its main attractions. We are here for only a week and there are so many things I would love to see and do, yet all I want to do is stay here, surrounded by beautiful scenery, and relax. Maybe tomorrow will feel different. Maybe I will suddenly get the urge to get up and drive somewhere (a feat in and of itself!). Today, however, I am content to watch the wind roll over the hills, the ducks waddle their way to the pond, and the sheep graze in the distance. I suppose that after nearly a month of constant movement, a respite is warranted. Either way, I can’t help but feel a bit guilty about all the things I am missing. There is a certain sense of responsibility I feel to anyone who may wish to be in my shoes at the moment. It’s as if I feel I may be letting each of you down by simply sitting on my “duff”. If I am being truthful, there is also an element of feeling undeserving of such an amazing experience. That being said, we seem to be the only Americans in this part of the country and I feel fortunate to be able to experience such utterly beautiful countryside. Cheers for now!
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