The Undomestic Goddess was perfect for the two flights home from New York City, when I was sick and tired and worried about the weather and just wanted something easy and entertaining to read.
We took a train from Rome to Ancona, Italy, where we had a one-day stop. Ancona is about ¾ of the way up the east coast, on the Adriatic Sea. The next evening we planned to take an overnight ferry to Split, Croatia, so this seemed like a simple transfer place, but Ancona is a really neat city itself! At night I wandered around and ended up hiking to a functioning lighthouse. The stone sign is at 104 meters above sea level, about 341 feet. Our neighborhood had some nice murals / graffiti: Here is a view out over a pentagonal building formerly used as a quarantine colony, a little island right by the city, open to the public: There are quite a few drinking fountains scattered all over, and all the ones we tried worked! This is the correct way for a city to be. It is very hilly, with stairs and steep roads all over. Many narrow little alleys between buildings, and connecting passages and staircases up and down hills, between houses, churches, and pa...
Jon, Mira, and Seth on the longest railway bench in the world. Zed and Mira above the beach at Scarborough. You can see the castle up on the hill on the left. (Sorry it's kind of dark.) Traditional English beach activity: donkey rides. Zed trying (and failing) to cheer up Mira, who was mad because we didn't immediately pay for her to ride a donkey up and down the beach. (Probably should have caved on that one.) Sort of smiling against her will. Seth drawing in the sand. (I would include Mira's sand drawings, too, but her sand people were all angry.) Everybody except me. I like how Lillian is in the background, framed by the boys, gazing into the distance. Mira, not mad anymore. View of the coast from an archway in the castle walls. Ruined castle tower and castle in the background. Looking down from just below the castle to the church where Anne Brontë is buried. Walking up a hill. The end!
I visited the village Allerthorpe just a mile and a half from Pocklington in East Yorkshire. Here are some photos of the St. Botolph's Church . The English saint Botolph was also known as Botwulf of Thorney . Not much is known about the history of this church.
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