Sunday, February 1, 2009

I'm Alive

I made it to L'Abri this past Tuesday.  It took me nearly an hour or so to get to Waterloo Station via the Tube.  Rush hour is not kind even when underground.  I made it to Waterloo around 9:30, and took the train to Liss at 9:45 (providence!)  Again, providence met me once I arrived because a taxi was waiting and able to take me to the manor house 2 miles away in Greatham.  The rest of the week has been a slight blur of making fast friends, frequenting many pubs, gardening, cooking, creating, and talking.  I am alive.  I am alive in many more ways than just having made it here in one piece.  

I wish I could explain this place better, but I believe it will take me many weeks and months to fully understand what this is that I am experiencing.  Suffice to say that I am where I should be.

I have to run now as a new friend, Leah, graciously let me borrow her mac to type this whilst sitting in a pub near the house.  But I do want to say that I spent last night walking 40 minutes to another pub located in the deep countryside, a walk that involved two awfully steep inclines, a field, and a muddy path all resulting in one of the most fun nights I've had in a long time.  I can't believe I'm in England.  Our walk back was even more adventurous as we took the long way back to the house via a very randomly placed "kebob" stand on the side of the road.  Led by the fearless "Wesley the Brave" and his "torch," we enjoyed the scenic route back to Liss and then Greatham.  I laughed... a lot.  I froze nearly to death.  But I am, as I said before, alive.  I love this.

3 comments:

Elise said...

:) I am just imagining you hiking through the countryside. Love you!

Lorraine said...

It sounds like you are having a wonderful time! I love the life in your voice!!

Sylvia said...

Liz, I am so glad you are experiencing life at L'Abri! May God bless you with His presence! Please give Helen and Andrew my greetings.