Haworth and the Bronte Parsonage Museum

Before I jump into Haworth, I just want to say: I ROCK. At public transport, that is. You cannot even imagine how tiny the village of Haworth is. But I got there. What's more, I took two trains and a bus to get within half a mile of my hostel. I then took two more buses and a train to get to Manchester. Basically, what I'm telling you is, if you need me to get to ANY place on this island...a city, or a village, or maybe a specific field of sheep... I am 100% confident that can do it.

NOW! A few pictures.

This is...MY HOSTEL. That's right. I stayed in an old Victorian home. The rooms were spacious and all had their own fireplace. I was pleased.
This is just a picture of the countryside surround Haworth. It was positively gorgeous!
This is the church of the Pastor Patrick Bronte, the father of the Bronte sisters. Just below is a picture of the graveyard close by. Deaths were extremely common in Haworth at this time because of very unsanitary water supply.
And at last, this is the Bronte Parsonage, now turned museum. I was not allowed to take pictures inside, but it was a fantastic experience nonetheless.

The highlight was standing in the very room where Charlotte, Anne, and Emily used to spend their evenings, writing and talking about their stories. It was the room in which Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights were written, and this thought gave me the tingles. Jane Eyre is one of my favorite books; I could hardly put it down the first time I read it. I really felt connected to Jane, like we were kindred spirits. And at that moment, standing in that room, I felt like I was in the presence of Charlotte, and like I should whisper a little "thank you" for her contribution to the beauty in the world. I didn't, so as not to appear insane, but I at least thought it.

I am so blessed to be here in Britain where I can celebrate and pay homage to my favorite authors. My next pilgrimage will be in a week or so, to Winchester Cathedral to pay my respects at Jane Austen's final resting place. It seems silly, but I'm almost positive I will tear up a bit.

Anyway, I'm now in Liverpool, awaiting my parents' arrival tomorrow! I can't wait to see them, or to have some traveling companions.

Til it be morrow!