I love that expression – take away. In New York, we call it “take out.” In Spain or the Spanish neighborhoods in New York, it’s para llevar. But here in York, we take away. Last night we got Chinese – and we just ordered, waited, and took it away! It’s like, “And away we go!”
Visiting York in the UK just for a few days without going to London or Stonehenge is kind of an interesting experience. I get to see more of what living in England is like even though I’m still surrounded by tourists, both from the UK and not.
My passion is visiting houses of worship – both empty and filled – and this one is very special. You pay one admission that nets you a ticket good for a year’s worth of visits and there are free tours every day led by a guide instead of one of those irritating audio hand wands.
Behind the Minster, there’s a lovely garden where the armies of York’s past are memorialized together. Each bay is labeled with conflicts that include Napoleonic conflict in the Pyrenees alongside Japan in WWII.
Tonight, we have tickets to The Mystery Plays.