When I was 18, I went on a British Isles Literary Tour with my community college. In preparation, we read Tess of the D’Urbervilles and John Keats and Dorothy Wordsworth. Then our *intimate* group of 50 bussed through England, Ireland, & Scotland. I roamed the Brontë’s moors and covertly touched Jane Austen’s roped-off writing desk and visited Yeats’s grave and bought books along the Seine (because even though it was off-theme, they threw Paris in as part of the deal). In short, it was an idyllic summer sendoff into the realm of young adulthood.
I will arise and go now
I will arise and go now
I will arise and go now
When I was 18, I went on a British Isles Literary Tour with my community college. In preparation, we read Tess of the D’Urbervilles and John Keats and Dorothy Wordsworth. Then our *intimate* group of 50 bussed through England, Ireland, & Scotland. I roamed the Brontë’s moors and covertly touched Jane Austen’s roped-off writing desk and visited Yeats’s grave and bought books along the Seine (because even though it was off-theme, they threw Paris in as part of the deal). In short, it was an idyllic summer sendoff into the realm of young adulthood.