Straight Out of a Story Book

York. It's lovely. A quaint little village that used to be the epicenter of the north as a rival to London in elizabethen age now turned into a place where you can shop and eat to your heart's content. Which means that I shopped. And ate. Had a cornish pasty. Like stew wrapped in flaky crust. And I also had a scone which was huge and dense and I could only eat half of. I missed the wall around the city, just shopped and wandered in circles until we met for dinner and did a ghost walk. Do you know I've walked over 20 miles in four days? I think its more than I've ever walked on vacation before. But the ghost tour. Not the campy gimmicky kind just a few stories about history and ghosts. I liked that bit really afterward we went off to a holiday inn in Leeds and spent the night there. A handful of us we to the pub across the way and then passed out and got up this morning. Lake district. Beautiful lakes that are the backdrop for Peter Rabbit. We went to the town but I missed the museum out there. That was lunch. After (lunch was cream of broccoli) we went up to this adventure place and did a high ropes course for which I am worse than I thought in the wrong shoes and pants so it was a bit crazy. And so I actually had a hard time with everything. Now we're in Carlisle for the night and that means we're heading out for a beer. Pub crawl? Please. Cheers, RJ