England: Day 3

Today, we woke up super early and took a train to Salisbury, the necessary train stop to go to Stonehenge.  The town itself was super cute but I didn't have any pictures from Salisbury.  We were a little surprised how close the stones were to the freeway, but it was nevertheless out in the middle of no where.  We took our pictures from all angles of Stonehenge while dragging our luggage around and then BARELY missed our train AGAIN.  Bummer. 

One of the few pictures of me and Ali, my travel buddy, that we were able to have someone else take.  At least Ali looks cute in this picture...

One angle of the infamous Stonehenge

Stonehenge Angle #2

We decided to go to Windsor Castle that day and saw St. George's Chapel, went inside the castle itself and learned a lot about royal things.  The castle was practically inside a little city.  We weren't allowed to take pictures of the inside but here are my pictures of the outside!

It's Windsor Castle!  With the Union Jack flying over.

Another shot of Windsor with some pretty foliage.

This castle was huge, hard to even capture every piece of this castle!

St. George's Chapel

Guard!  I tried to get a picture with my camera but these silly French girls were hogging him up and actually being quite disrespectful.  The poor guy was fuming and by the time I got up there my camera died (again!)  Go figure.  

Afterwards we had an incredibly long dinner (not by choice!) at Cafe Rouge, a French Restaurant chain.  We had a silly waiter, who we nicknamed "Pierre" even though he was really more likely to be named Mohammed due to his Northern African / Maghreb ancestry but whatever.  My travel buddy thought he might be into me, but I thought he might have been into her.  He kept stopping by our table and trying to impress us.  Our favorite story consisted of him warning us about clubs, because one time he went to a "special" club which turned out to be a gay club where he got hit on.  Oh, Pierre.  I started busting up laughing to the point of crying and gasping for air.... I guess you had to be there.

We rushed over to the Tate Modern museum and were not there for very long.  In that time, I saw Picasso and Matisse.  I discovered new artists I like (Meredith Frampton and Dod Proctor).  There was also this crazy artist who individually sculpted THOUSANDS of sunflower seeds with ceramics and put them in a giant pile which took up an entire room.