Glad I Listened
This past summer, I had the amazing experience to go on a 15 day tour of Europe with my parents. We planned to go to England, France, Italy, and spend a night in Dublin, Ireland on the way home.
England was an absolute blast. We stayed with some family friends who were hilarious. I enjoyed the pub food and decided that London is seriously overrated. It really smells. I preferred the serene and much better smelling country side of England. I could really see myself living there in a nice cottage with my family and lots of dogs.
Skipping France for now, Italy was really hot. I definitely enjoyed England and Ireland more than Italy. However, it was cool to see the country where I was born, but I didn't enjoy the heat or all the people. Also, did you guys realise how many naked men are in Italy?! (As in, statues, not humans.) It was slightly awkward.
Ireland was wonderful for the night we stayed there. We were exhausted by that point, but the hotel's beds were amazing. Best beds during the entire trip.
Going back to France...well, we didn't actually go. From London, we took the Eurostar bullet train. We had just settled in with our snacks (about 30 minutes into the journey), when the conductor came on on the overhead thing. He informed us that they were going to be turning the train back around to London due to protesters setting the tracks on fire.
Wait, what?! My mom's face fell. We were all excited to see Versailles and other sights in France. My mom pulled out her found and tried to get plane tickets to Paris. She waited...and waited. My mom wanted to make sure that the train was actually going to turn back.
For some odd reason, she exited the ticket website and cancelled our order. Once the train actually turned around and my mom tried to get tickets again, all the tickets were either sold out or had jumped $200. And trains to France were indefinitely cancelled.
I had had a bad feeling about France every time I thought about going. I felt unsure and slightly panicked about strolling the streets of Paris. I thought back to the many verses I had read about the Holy Ghost. If it wasn't the right decision, then you would have a stupor of thought.
Fast forward 30 minutes, my parents and I were in the train station trying to figure out what to do. My mom was stressed trying to find tickes. Turning to her, I told her that I thought Heavenly Father was trying to tell us something...that maybe going to France was a good idea.
It was like a light bulb went off in my mom's head and my parents both agreed with me. We decided to just get back on the underground and go to the airport. It was an adventure!
On the train, my mom saw a bag that said "The National Library of Ireland". Her eyes lit up and she suggested we go to Scotland.
We did end up going to Scotland and it was amazing. I saw Edinburgh Castle and had a blast with my family. The day after we arrived in Scotland we were informed about Air France going on strike, indefinitely cancelling flights into the country. So, if we had even gotten to Paris, we wouldn't have been able to leave when we were able to.
This experience strengthened my testimony that the Holy Ghost warns of us of danger when we are attune to the spirit. I am blessed to the have the gift of the Holy Ghost and I am so thankful that He warned us that day. Plus, Scotland was amazing. The trip was made perfect from that change.
England was an absolute blast. We stayed with some family friends who were hilarious. I enjoyed the pub food and decided that London is seriously overrated. It really smells. I preferred the serene and much better smelling country side of England. I could really see myself living there in a nice cottage with my family and lots of dogs.
Skipping France for now, Italy was really hot. I definitely enjoyed England and Ireland more than Italy. However, it was cool to see the country where I was born, but I didn't enjoy the heat or all the people. Also, did you guys realise how many naked men are in Italy?! (As in, statues, not humans.) It was slightly awkward.
Ireland was wonderful for the night we stayed there. We were exhausted by that point, but the hotel's beds were amazing. Best beds during the entire trip.
Going back to France...well, we didn't actually go. From London, we took the Eurostar bullet train. We had just settled in with our snacks (about 30 minutes into the journey), when the conductor came on on the overhead thing. He informed us that they were going to be turning the train back around to London due to protesters setting the tracks on fire.
Wait, what?! My mom's face fell. We were all excited to see Versailles and other sights in France. My mom pulled out her found and tried to get plane tickets to Paris. She waited...and waited. My mom wanted to make sure that the train was actually going to turn back.
For some odd reason, she exited the ticket website and cancelled our order. Once the train actually turned around and my mom tried to get tickets again, all the tickets were either sold out or had jumped $200. And trains to France were indefinitely cancelled.
I had had a bad feeling about France every time I thought about going. I felt unsure and slightly panicked about strolling the streets of Paris. I thought back to the many verses I had read about the Holy Ghost. If it wasn't the right decision, then you would have a stupor of thought.
Fast forward 30 minutes, my parents and I were in the train station trying to figure out what to do. My mom was stressed trying to find tickes. Turning to her, I told her that I thought Heavenly Father was trying to tell us something...that maybe going to France was a good idea.
It was like a light bulb went off in my mom's head and my parents both agreed with me. We decided to just get back on the underground and go to the airport. It was an adventure!
On the train, my mom saw a bag that said "The National Library of Ireland". Her eyes lit up and she suggested we go to Scotland.
We did end up going to Scotland and it was amazing. I saw Edinburgh Castle and had a blast with my family. The day after we arrived in Scotland we were informed about Air France going on strike, indefinitely cancelling flights into the country. So, if we had even gotten to Paris, we wouldn't have been able to leave when we were able to.
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| My future home, Edinburgh Castle |
This experience strengthened my testimony that the Holy Ghost warns of us of danger when we are attune to the spirit. I am blessed to the have the gift of the Holy Ghost and I am so thankful that He warned us that day. Plus, Scotland was amazing. The trip was made perfect from that change.
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