Grandparents are the best. Although I’m missing my own grandparents and family, Molly’s family has been gracious, kind, and so unbelievable generous enough to allow me to be absorbed into their family whilst coming to visit Molly at school. This week, on Wednesday and Thursday (because who even goes to school anyways) Molly grandfather and grandmother took the two of us on a trip to York, also known as my new favorite place, or, my future home.
York has a certain quality to it. It’s definitely a city where tourism is prominent, but it doesn’t feel like that’s what the city is all about. It has a feeling of being small and homey and a place that I would like to get to know while also having a lot to do. It’s funny, because I don’t think I’m alone in this feeling. Every person who I told I was going to York simply said “oh York is lovely” and I couldn’t agree more. Lovely is the perfect word to describe York. Whether you’re walking up the Shambles, which is home to the most independent shops in the UK, walking through the minister which is huge, beautiful, and I could spend hours in, or walking around the town, there’s just a feeling of peacefulness. It’s like letting all of your stress out in a breath. York is calming, York is gorgeous, York is lovely.
One of the best things about York is the minister. As you can see from the picture above, it is huge. The detail on the outside is impressive and is really only topped by the beauty of the inside. It even rivals West Minster, because although it doesn’t have the same history as West Minster, it has a slightly more welcoming feel. When we got inside the organ was playing and while looking around we were treated to beautiful music. We went down into the basement area to the sort of museum part of the building and when we came back up the organ had stopped, but the choir was performing instead. It was honestly kind of a spiritual experience. When walking around the minister and looking at the stained glass windows and the ceilings and listening to the choir, it’s hard not to believe there is something bigger than yourself. Like, I’m not religious, but I really want to go to a service in York Minister. Looking around there’s just a feeling of hope and optimism.
I would say the true heroes of the trip were Molly’s grandparents. They are so sweet and generous and instantly made me feel like part of the family. We stayed at a lovely bed and breakfast (if you’re looking for a place to stay, 23 St. Mary’s place is highly recommended by me) and they treated us to so many things. If you ever get the chance to go to York, go to Betty’s tea room. We went for lunch and not only was the tea and meal delicious, it just felt like an experience that you need to have if you go to England. Although I didn’t know what was in York, I can confidently say it’s one of my new favorite places. I’m determined to go back and get to know the city even better. Alright, that’s all for now. I’m in Scotland this coming weekend and won’t leave til Monday (so very excited) so unless I get my act together and put a post together before then, I’m probably going to be a bit late with it. See you later sisters!