Wednesday after class, at nearly half past 17, I joined Evensong service at the Cathedral. Normally it costs £10 to visit the Cathedral, but the 5:30 evening prayer services are free to attend. I entered a side door and joined those gathered in the sanctuary. I find it difficult to describe the humility that comes in knowing I was sitting where many have prayed since 1070, and where countless more will long after I have moved on. After services, which were remarkably similar to our night prayer and liturgy of the word--except that we prayed for the queen instead of the pope, I made my way out an opposite side door and found myself in a magnificent corridor. I sat in the cathedral grounds and wept at its beauty and the opportunity that I had to be there. Touchdown.
I then walked to High Street to my flat, about a half mile. I have to admit, however, that I ate at McDonalds as the perfect antidote to the reflective experience I had in the cathedral. I was curious really, and if I were to only be here for a week, I would not have wasted a meal at McD's. The food was, as you might imagine, exactly like it is where you are, i.e., the fries were excellent. Touchdown. 14-0. Another perfect day, and yes, it rained.




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