Cornwall

We went to Cornwall this weekend. Two words. Freakin Rocked. But if you want more than two words, you're welcome to read on. We went to Tintagel first, which is supposedly where King Arthur's parents got it on. We walked up a big giant hill and for the first time were like...England does get hot and humid, damn. But at the top of the giant rocky hill was an awesome ruined castle and an even more awesome view of the ocean, so it was worth it. We stayed in a town called Coverack, tiny and quaint--buildings had thatched roofs. But of course, our hostel was at the top of a GIGANTIC hill. Are you sensing the pattern? i.e. after this weekend my calves and ass are like level ground!!! (and I of course live on Widcombe Hill. bitches) We had Cornish pasties (don't really reccommend them though) and had flaming shots at the town's one little pub. Saturday we went to St. Ives, which is amazing and I think I might go back for my free weekend. Its a little surfing town and we spent the whole day on the beach soaking up the 32 degree (celsius) weather. And it was good. There are other stories of course but I'm sick of writing.