Part 3: A dork in York
Thursday, February 18, 2010 I got up from my restless bed and headed off for York.

Just 2 pleasant hours on Brit Rail took me to York station. Then, a simple 15 minute walk down the road, across the Museum gardens, and through the wall, and I was at my lovely home away from home- the Coach House B&B. http://www.coachhousehotel-york.com/index.htm. Just 20 more pounds per night than in London got me a room in a 300 year old building, complementary breakfast, custody of the cutest key, TEA TEA TEA, a new understanding of civilization, and prepared me to meet and greet friends old and new and dearly loved from afar.
Mind the gap! Many giant pictures.
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Just 2 pleasant hours on Brit Rail took me to York station. Then, a simple 15 minute walk down the road, across the Museum gardens, and through the wall, and I was at my lovely home away from home- the Coach House B&B. http://www.coachhousehotel-york.com/index.htm. Just 20 more pounds per night than in London got me a room in a 300 year old building, complementary breakfast, custody of the cutest key, TEA TEA TEA, a new understanding of civilization, and prepared me to meet and greet friends old and new and dearly loved from afar.
Mind the gap! Many giant pictures.
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