Never the Same (part two)

This is the British portion of things that are not the same in San Diego or do not exist.

 Tributes to Olympian champions via post boxes (plus their post boxes are just cooler)

 Castles are unfortunately not to ones convenience to visit anywhere in California or even the US really, at least not castles with ancient histories. Due to the fact that the US is not old enough to have ancient history.

 Ruins can not really exist, yet again due to the fact that the US is not old enough for castles to have been built AND destroyed, weathered.

NANDOS!! Though it exists in the US it does not exist in California, much to everyone's misfortune.

I will be doing a post when I get back of all the things I missed while away.

Many steps taken

Have had a really lovely past two days walking around both Eastbourne and Hastings. My moms old high school friend (or secondary school in the UK) Amanda and her husband Alan have been very kind in showing me around. Yesterday we went to a small little festival that was happening. There was drumming and some sort of dancing I had only seen in the movie "The Man Who Knew Too Little"

We then went for some really yummy Italian food and got to watch a bridge split in half so that boats are able to go under

 Then walked along Eastbourne pier during dusk. I have discovered that no matter where you may be, no matter what it looks like during the day can be absolutely beautiful during dusk. Eastbourne is beautiful all day around but there is something so magical about dusk. Everything glows as if the world has been touched by a paintbrush. 

Today we went to Hastings, a small fishing town. It truly felt and looked like a fishing village from the movies. With antique shops everywhere and little fish shops that have been in the family for ages. It was especially cool because it was something that had always been seen from someone elses  point of view and I then got to see it from my point of view and it was just as charming as you could imagine! On our way back from Hastings we stopped in the little village of Pevencey which is known for its castle ruins. 

It was really surreal walking around the ruins (something else I had only seen in movies) because you could come up with some epic story in your mind as I did not already know the history. It was a very large ruin and you could just imagine it bustling with people hundreds of years ago before it came to a new place of beauty, overgrown and mysterious. 

There was also a small farm type place next door with baby piglets! We got there at feeding time.

I ended the day with Creme Brulee and a hot chocolate looking over the ocean, yet again at dusk.