By here we are in rainy England… one week from flying home.
If i wrote about what i think of the trip from my mindset right now, it would probably be full of curse words and frustrated sighs. we woke up in a puddle… our dear little tent failed us at our last campsite… it continues to rain all day, all day, all day. However, life is not all bad…. thinking back on the trip as a whole… I have been pretty overwhelmed at how interested I have been in everything… it seems I cannot take enough notes or pictures to properly document everything that I have seen or experienced.
We went to visit WW2 memorial sites the other day and spent the day appreciating the great sacrifice and intelligence that saved the world from a corrupt regime from continuing on. We saw the cliffs were the allies had to climb up in order to take down German soldiers… we saw the d-day beaches where people emerged from their underwater hiding… we saws rows and rows of white crosses marking the graves of thousands.
it was here that i think i finally understood what Allessandro Barrico wrote about in his ‘Note on War’ where he speaks of the beauty of war. I never understood it and could not accept that there were beautiful aspects of war. But it is in these moments that these men showed immense courage and ability. I suppose it is these moments that Barrico speaks of, not the loss of life and brutal violence, but the instances of individual victory and courage.
well…. on to the Roman Baths…
pray for sun