Allie Goes Global

Well, here we are. The final day of my trip. Sixteen days roaming around England, endless churches, an injury, plans falling apart and coming back together, and (as of now) enough to say about it to merit 17 blog posts. As I said in the beginning, I’m a yapper. I…

Alright, here we are: my final full day in England. I was absolutely determined on this day to stick to my schedule and not miss out on anything. Between and advanced wrapping method and the discovery of ibuprofen gel, I was now able to walk with only a medium level…

In a turn of events that is shocking to absolutely no one, I woke up on day 14 still in a lot of pain and not particularly able to walk. My plans for this day included a rather extensive walking route, so some changes had to be made. I decided…

I woke up on day 13 in quite a lot of pain. As it turned out, I had not escaped injury in my mad and stupid dash across the road the previous night. The main worry was that I had somehow messed up my surgically-repaired ankle, but luckily, the pain…

We’re finally here! London was the final stretch of my trip. I knew there was a lot I wanted to see, so my time was basically planned out to the minute from now until I left. Of course, you know what they say about the best laid plans… but more…