Note: This is the sixth part in an on-going series chronicling my study abroad trip in Brighton, England. I am joined on this trip by my classmates and friends Cassie Jenkins, Claire Robertson, Vy Nguyen, Jhocelyn Alvarado, Morgan Collier, Abigail Pennington and Susan Salvo, led by director of student publications, Andy Coughlan.
Day 6 — June 17
Approximately seven miles from Brighton is the quaint slice of heaven, Lewes. I’m not sure if any town can quite sum up the vision one gets of old-town England like Lewes. I don’t have anything to compare it to because, to me, it’s that unique.
If you’re not visiting palaces in England, then you might as well visit a castle. Like, a real castle.
As you climb up the stairs of the various levels of the castle, you see more and more of Sussex — the county in which Lewes and Brighton both sit.
The castle is owned by the Sussex Archaeological Society, the oldest archeological society in England.
I’ll never forget how I felt on that day. I can’t remember the last time I felt so calm and content. It was a beautiful day — the sun was shining, the wind was blowing, but not too hard. It was so incredible that I tried to video call my dad so that I could show him everything I was seeing. Unfortunately, it was about 4 a.m. in Texas, so he wasn’t awake. Seriously, it was one of the best days of my life.
It’s still so hard to fathom what 900 years of history really is, even though I’ve stood in castle that’s been in existence since almost 600 years before America was a country.
It’s not just the history and the sunshine that made that day so good, though.
After we toured the castle, we headed over to the Southover Grange, sat under a shady tree and enjoyed our lunch.
After that, we spent a couple of hours at the Anne of Cleves House in the tranquility garden playing games like ring-toss (I don’t remember what the English name was), giant tic-tac-toe, and a lawn bowling game called Skittles.
It was nice to not feel rushed by impending deadlines or to feel the weight of a country gone mad on your shoulders (I’m looking at you, America).
I don’t know if I can ever fully describe what that day meant to me, but if I ever find myself in England again, I’m high-tailing it to Lewes.