My dear Friends
Finally, after a long year of hard work, including getting my new little memoir ready, I went on a holiday.
You don't have to go far to enjoy yourself and get away and when I was I was a child my parents took me to the Synagogue in Ramsgate, which I never forgot. A great Italian gentleman, Sir Moses Montefiore, came to England in 1831 and settle din Ramsgate, on the South coast-famous for fish and smugglers! Sir Moses built an estate in the Italian style, with lovely grounds and an Italian greenhouse-my friend and I sat there surrounded by vines and concave Italian glass, on a hot summer's day. We could imagine the carriage with Queen Victoria coming up the driveway to visit her friend Sir Moses.
My guide, a local counsellor and very knowledgeable about his part of the world then drove me to Pegwell Bay, where St Augustine landed in about the 7th century to bring Christianity to the 'Angles' as the English were then known and to leave his mark over Kent and especially Canterbury, which I visited in 2011. Beside the bay is a huge cross, sculpted with beautiful figures, to mark where Augustine landed. When we arrived a local gentleman was leaning against it having his sandwiches.
Onto Sandwich and the home of the famous Earl and lunch in a very ancient pub, which reflects the history of the whole town. Unfortunately the market was just packing up for the day, but the adjacent Guildhall was impressive and so were the little shops. The Church of England has preserved two magnificent mediaeval churches and standing inside nearly took my breath away. Every where the gardens were full of flowers.
You know how much I just love talking to people;I met many locals especially in Ramsgate, where I discovered a small café perched on something known as the Kent Steps. Walking down every day from the guesthouse to the town was a joy, as I had to pass the sea-on this particular holiday I didn't go down to the sands, but contented myself with watching sea change colour at different times of day.I ate wonderful meals-salmon to ide for in a small and simple restaurant owned by Turkish Cypriots. Near the gardens overlooking the sea there was even a Tai restaurant recently opened and run by a young couple from Tailand.
In Broadstairs, where Charles Dickens lived, I had one or two interesting and unusual experiences, and returned from my holiday with the strong feeling that one day I would return.
Shalom, Peace and blessing
Gila
Finally, after a long year of hard work, including getting my new little memoir ready, I went on a holiday.
You don't have to go far to enjoy yourself and get away and when I was I was a child my parents took me to the Synagogue in Ramsgate, which I never forgot. A great Italian gentleman, Sir Moses Montefiore, came to England in 1831 and settle din Ramsgate, on the South coast-famous for fish and smugglers! Sir Moses built an estate in the Italian style, with lovely grounds and an Italian greenhouse-my friend and I sat there surrounded by vines and concave Italian glass, on a hot summer's day. We could imagine the carriage with Queen Victoria coming up the driveway to visit her friend Sir Moses.
My guide, a local counsellor and very knowledgeable about his part of the world then drove me to Pegwell Bay, where St Augustine landed in about the 7th century to bring Christianity to the 'Angles' as the English were then known and to leave his mark over Kent and especially Canterbury, which I visited in 2011. Beside the bay is a huge cross, sculpted with beautiful figures, to mark where Augustine landed. When we arrived a local gentleman was leaning against it having his sandwiches.
Onto Sandwich and the home of the famous Earl and lunch in a very ancient pub, which reflects the history of the whole town. Unfortunately the market was just packing up for the day, but the adjacent Guildhall was impressive and so were the little shops. The Church of England has preserved two magnificent mediaeval churches and standing inside nearly took my breath away. Every where the gardens were full of flowers.
You know how much I just love talking to people;I met many locals especially in Ramsgate, where I discovered a small café perched on something known as the Kent Steps. Walking down every day from the guesthouse to the town was a joy, as I had to pass the sea-on this particular holiday I didn't go down to the sands, but contented myself with watching sea change colour at different times of day.I ate wonderful meals-salmon to ide for in a small and simple restaurant owned by Turkish Cypriots. Near the gardens overlooking the sea there was even a Tai restaurant recently opened and run by a young couple from Tailand.
In Broadstairs, where Charles Dickens lived, I had one or two interesting and unusual experiences, and returned from my holiday with the strong feeling that one day I would return.
Shalom, Peace and blessing
Gila
