The second leg of the journey began with Oxford, England. The moment our bus rolled into the town of Oxford, I instantly knew that it would be hard to leave this town. It’s beautiful old architecture was rich with history and from just looking at it, you could feel the stories and distinct English feel oozing from the bricks and into the moist foggy air. I kept saying to Brikelle, “I don’t think I’m going to want to leave here” and “Yeah, we should have planned much more time here”. The town was so full of charm and importance and one can only imagine the things that this town has seen. All of the buildings are so well preserved and that mixed with the brisk fall air and incredible fall leaves made for an incredibly smart match. I’m not sure if I’ll love the doors of Oxford quite as much as any other doors in the country (which is obviously apparent in the amount of door pictures here), but I’ve decided to give my future home a door as quaint as one from Oxford. That is, if I haven’t moved to Oxford by then 😉
The last photo brings back fun memories for me. I had the best macaroni and cheese I’ve ever had at the Eagle and the Child (or as it is fondly called locally, The Bird and the Babe).