No. 8: Stand inside StonehengeNo. 9: Spend the weekend in the country
...I was dragged to Stonehenge that first time kicking and screaming. I saw no point in visiting, didn't want to spend the hour-and-a-half it took to get there by train, and was naturally affronted when I arrived at the site's hometown of Salisbury to discover I wouldn't even be able to rub the rocks like they were a great big belly of Buddha. Not only are you forbidden from touching the stones, but you can't even stand next to them! A tiny gate circles the formation, and tourists are made to snap photos and point from a safe distance.
To me, the site was nothing more than an old pile of rocks, put there for God knows why, taunting me with a giant 'Please Don't Touch' sign.
Obviously, two years on, I had to right this injustice...
Obviously, two years on, I had to right this injustice...
To read the full column follow this link and turn to page 19: http://www.totallyjewish.com/the_jewish_news/view/c-11878/jewish-news-jn-587-280509/?no_login=1
My favorite part (obviously): "Becky, it being her first time in Britain, had never been to Stonehenge. This is a crying shame, as she is the most Pagan-y, Druid-y, free lovin' hippy I have ever met."
ReplyDeleteThanks for the shout out! Btw, your other column in there was good too and I miss you and London so much!
thank you becky, you make for good inspiration!
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