England, Part Two: Bath

After our visit with Ken's extended family, we moved on to Bath via train from Essex to Liverpool Street Station in London, then via tube from Liverpool Street to Paddington Station, then from Paddington Station to Bath via train again. With a large suitcase in tow, it was a bit of a trek... for Ken. I didn't carry the suitcase once and yet I still had the audacity to complain the entire way about how difficult it is traveling with a suitcase. (Ken is patient.)

I don't know what to say about Bath other than it is beautiful and it is my dream to live there. Correction: It was my dream to live there. All dreams were crushed upon seeing the real estate listings for the below units. It would take $1,000,000 + to be a proud owner of such a quaint place. (Yeah... Sigh.)

We did a lot of walking in Bath, logging a minimum of 8 hours a day huffing and puffing up and down the city's pretty little streets, hardly stopping unless it was for a "spot of tea" or something to eat. (I don't know how my buns aren't made of steel yet.)

 See the above mint green car? I kind of want it.

{Note: My dad is probably moaning and groaning at this moment about our awful nighttime photos, but honestly: Who's going to lug a tripod all over Timbuktu? Noooot me.}

 On one of our many walking-sprees, we came upon the Jane Austen Centre. I'm a big fan of Pride & Prejudice, so I couldn't resist paying a visit. (Of course, that didn't include paying for the visit, so I opted to limit my tour to only the entrance area and gift shop.) It seemed fitting to buy a new copy of Pride & Prej while there, so that's what I did. And then I took said copy to a nearby coffee shop and decided to pretentiously read it over tea. (We were such obvious tourists... and jerks.)

Of course, a trip to Bath wouldn't be complete without visiting the ancient Roman baths.... 

Call me ignorant (insert a "I was home-schooled" joke), but I didn't know England was once occupied by Rome, so this little touristy trip was particularly enlightening. (You can read about the baths here if you, too, were home-schooled.)

And what's a vacation picture without Ken doing something inappropriate? (He was pretending to go to the bathroom here which, fortunately, he didn't enact too literally.)

And this was our trip to Bath in a nutshell! The third installment of this little "England series" will follow shortly.