This will probably be my last posting until I get home. We’re still in York, but the prepaid internet runs out in about an hour, and I don’t know when I’ll have access to it again.

We toured York Minster, a beautiful church in York that contains amazing feats of architecture. After the tour we climbed to the top of the Tower. Bad decision. It was 275 steps–but the amount was not the problem. When we signed on, we didn’t realize that it was 275 weirdly steep  steps up an exceptionally tight spiral stair case. How steep and tight, you ask? Let’s just say that going up I saw way more of my dad’s ass than I ever wanted to, and there was no way around that view. And coming down, even though I was holding onto the railing with one hand and the wall with the other, I still got terribly dizzy on the descent. Not good at all. It was horrible. And the view from the top sucked like a baby.

The highlight of the day, I think, was going to Castle Howard. It’s a stately home/castle that is still currently a residence about 15 miles outside of York. If you’ve ever seen Brideshead Revisited  you would know it immediately. Brideshead Castle is actually Castle Howard,  and the fountain that they continuously walk around in the movie is in the lawn. I can’t imagine being the groundskeeper for that property. All the hedges are perfect and the grass is edged. I prefer more of a brambly look, but hey, I guess the Howards know what they like.

We ate lunch at a pub that is supposedly haunted by a group of ghosts. I thought it was fascinating, but guess what? Dad rejected that in the name of Jesus, too.  I wish could have gone there at night, just to see, you know, but we don’t go out after dark. All the voodoo.

It’s on to Edinburgh tomorrow morning! I’m glad. I like the city a great deal–wish that we could have spent more time there. But I’ll be back, I’m sure of it.