Second try

February 29, 2009
Try it again
I’m back at whitby again this weekend; yes, I made it without any bus mishaps. I always know that I am in Whitby because when I get off the bus I hear the sound of sea birds, I smell the sea; a mixture of water, fish, and old boats. This smell will change midday to the greasy smell of fish and chips. Church has just finished and I’m sitting in a quaint café drinking a hot chocolate and looking out the window and the Whitby Wyrm (a jewelry store) and a sweet shop where people are actually buying icecream even though it is near freezing outside! It’s much colder today than last week yet the streets are continuing to fill with tourists bustling in and out of the low shop doors. Church was interesting. I can now say that I have been to a Church of England/Anglican Church. There was only about 15 in the congregation and I was the youngest by at least 40 years. Many of the hymns were familiar to me although some of the wording was varied. The format is similar to Catholic churches I have attended; books for repetitious reading and written prayers. The people were very friendly but were confused as to why someone my age would be attending their church service; a clear reflection of the culture and how it has influenced my age group over here. No fish and chips for me today; I’ve brought a healthy snack for although I could eat fish and chips with mushy peas every day, they aren’t so good for the figure or my wallet :) I probably won’t get back to Whitby for some time now; probably not until April comes to visit and I take her for the fish and chips with mushy peas experience!