One can never have a bad day in Oxford. Oxford is enchanting and lovely and brilliant. It's like a fairy tale. I feel like I'm walking through the set of Alice in Wonderland and Lord of the Rings all at the same time. (Did you know the authors would talk to one another and share their work? I sat at the table in their favorite pub where they used to exchange ideas). I went on a self-guided walking tour and visited the Oxford Castle, Oxford Uni, the library, the gardens, Britain's oldest cafe, and the pub where The Hobbit and Alice in Wonderland was born. The UK is an artist's heaven. Everything is inspiring. Every which way you turn something catches your eye. My mate was laughing at me as I "oooo & ahhh" at everything I come across.
I will never stop traveling. I was raised moving around the world and always keeping busy by learning about other people's cultures and I think that is why I took the artistic road with my life. It has such breathing room, room to be creative and room to be inspired. Art allows me to love life and beauty and be happy. Whether that takes the form of paintings (Renoir never fails me), or photography, or a garden, or the smile on a child's face, or even that lovely scone carefully put together--seeing life as a piece of artwork makes me appreciate everything, even that cigarette bud in the crack of the sidewalk. It explains humanity and how we interact with one another, how we behave. Travel gives me a satisfying feeling.
I return to Boston in less than three weeks, and I'm already planning my next trip.