Torquay

Whatup my homies?

I am excited to tell you what’s up for me: I just turned in my last paper of the term! You know what that means? Only a presentation tomorrow stands between me and the freedom that is Easter Break!!! I cannot express to you how good that feels. Since I have a bit of freedom today, I would like to catch you up on what’s been going on in my life. This has been a very busy term, as I’ve said in previous posts. This post today is concerning a trip I took a few weeks ago, on the 8th of March, to Torquay. (For my American friends: this is pronounced “tor-key”)

We woke up at what felt like the crack of dawn to catch the train to our destination. However, due to flooding of the tracks, we had to take a bus for the first leg of the journey. The train and bus schedules didn’t quite line up either, so we had time to kill while we waited for the train. This didn’t faze us, and we stopped to admire the area, excitement coursing in our veins at the prospect of spending the first day of nice weather in a while at the beach!

Our first view leaving the Torquay train station was the ocean. It takes my breath away every time! It was slightly hazy that morning and the water was an ombre that blended seamlessly into the blue sky. The waves lapping against the shore, the glee of sinking your feet into sand…I guess you could say I’m a beach girl. I can’t get enough of it.

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The main destination in Torquay was Anstey’s Cove, and we attempted to walk there. However, due to our delay in getting to Torquay and the realization that it was much further away than we had originally thought, a taxi ride was in order. Before we called a cab, we strolled along the English Riviera and I felt like I was in some tropical place, not England! There were palm trees and fountains and a pier with pretty lights strung up. It had such a romantic feel to it and I vowed that I would have a summer home here one day. Also a boat, because I love boats.

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Anstey’s Cove was everything we hoped it would be and more. There were beautiful rock formations to admire (and take photo shoots near) and a staircase that ended in huge rocks. That means time to climb! Now it’s pertinent for you to know, if you don’t already, that I am mainly afraid of two things: heights and falling. I climbed out a bit and found a nice, flat, safe rock to sit on while my friends explored further, but then I decided I didn’t want to be outdone. I’m always up for a challenge and am incredibly competitive. It also occurred to me that I went cliff-diving this past summer (tears may have been shed), so I could do this! I headed out, and was almost to the furthest rock when we had to turn back because we were short on time. No one but me knew what an accomplishment this was for me, but as I sat for a bit on those far rocks, I realized how much I have already grown this year. I have taken every possible opportunity to explore and do new things, try new foods, learn about other cultures, and otherwise stretch myself beyond my limits. And why not? Who knows when I will get the chance again? Who knows when I will be back, if at all?Image

In the spirit of my New Year’s Resolution, I have chosen to soak in every moment. So I ran and screamed in the freezing water at Babbacombe Beach, pocketed some seashells and rocks, and took home even more memories.

What a beautiful gift this six months have been. I look forward to everything the next six have in store.

michiganmalorie

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6 thoughts on “Torquay

  1. so proud of you and so happy that you have taken advantage of a wonderful opportunity and are jumping in with both feet! I love seeing all your pictures and reading all your posts & blog. I feel like I am there with you…at least in spirit! 🙂 Keep it up!

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