June 15, 2009
On the plane now London-bound from a place I have called my home for the past six weeks. The beautiful island of Jersey. My eyes couldn't hold back my tears. Tears of joy and happiness from just thinking about all of the amazing times I have had, and all of the most interesting people I have met on this journey. I'm looking out of the small, oval-shaped plane window down at the tiny island. I'm upset to leave, but I know I will be returning to visit again soon. My time here has been intoxicatingly rich. Life enriching. I've just had time here that you don't get from any sort of book or film. From the intense smell of real, freshly picked and distilled lavendar from the Lavendar Farm, to the refreshing and light taste of Tetley tea every morning.
An island filled with history so rich and fascinating it will make you cry. The Jersey War Tunnels will especially. A tribute to when the Germans occupied the island from 1940-1945 and tried to rob this land of its dignity, of its history and of its people. The Germans were not victorious though, and luckily for the citizens of Jersey life was able to move on and continue to flourish. The roads are ever-winding, so narrow and curvy. Lined with lush green trees, Magpies and overgrown flowers so colorful. There's just so much beauty to this island that you won't get anywhere else in the world.
The nightlife is also worth mentioning. Bars, and clubs and pubs for every kind of person in Jersey. Some for the old, some for the young and all for those of all ages. It's a place that doesn't discriminate based on age, unless you're under 18 and completely drunk, or under 18 and don't look old enough. Even that crowd manages to still enjoy what Jersey has to offer.
I'm landing now at Gatwick airport in London. Totally ready to seem taste and explore a whole new world within this world we live in. Wish me luck!
xx
Lindsay
an excerpt from a journal I kept on my first visit to Jersey in the summer of 2009
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