newquay

What was meant to be a pit stop for us turned into two days of hanging out on the “best beach” of UK, Newquay (pronounced new-key). We rode the hour-long bus ride from St. Austell to Newquay to pick up an automatic car from the airport so we could head east to the Seven Sisters Park. We arrive to find out that a German woman that was renting the one automatic car went the wrong way in the roundabout, hit a lorrie (or truck for us Americans!), and totaled the car. The gentlemen was extremely gracious and had spent hours trying to find us a replacement before we arrived. While Anthony drove a stick shift for many years, he didn’t feel comfortable doing that + driving on the wrong side of the road. *it should also be pointed out that the majority of the world drives on the right side of the road, any British territory continues to drive on the left. They are in the wrong!!!*

Trying to make lemonade out of lemons, we lost out the money at our hotel near Seven Sisters, and stayed in Newquay for the two days to enjoy the beach. Luckily we had our bathing suits with us and hit up one of the beaches closest to us. The weather was perfection this day. It made us excited about spending our last full day of holiday at the beach, though we woke up on that Sunday morning to extreme overcast, dreary weather. We were after all in England!! Lemonade, right?!? We decided to walk from one end of the town to the other to see all the different beaches, stick our feet in the coldest water, and enjoy each other’s company. It wasn’t so bad, we were on holiday and in England for that matter. It’s not lost on us that we are very fortunate to be able to travel!