Stratford-Upon-Avon. What an amazing little town. It’s so incredibly rich in history as it’s obviously the home town of arguably the greatest playwright of all time, William Shakespeare. And lemme tell you, there is not a shortage of Shakespeare memorabilia here. Everywhere you look, you see that man’s face. It’s practically unavoidable. The architecture of the buildings are so unique and old school I love it. I’m so thankful that the people/government (whoever is in charge of this place) maintain the history here. In that regard it’s very similar to London. But that’s pretty much it as far as comparability. London is a completely different beast than Straford-Upon-Avon. From the ability to walk pretty much everywhere you need to go, to the diversity in people, there aren’t many similarities.
I can’t believe that I’ve had the opportunity to a few days in the land of where Shakespeare grew up, lived, and died. I’ve gained a particular appreciation for Shakespeare that many Shakespeare fans haven’t had the opportunity to experience. An appreciation that goes beyond the literature, but for the celebration of a persons life. We’ve seen the very place where the Bard was born, and even where he’s buried. How incredible is that? The people absolutely adore this man. He’s essentially the greatest icon to have ever existed to the people of England. You would think the people worship him as a god had you not known who he was.
I sometimes think about what life was like then. How hard it must’ve been to live. I mean shit, I’m worried about what the next thing I want to eat is whereas these people ate to survive. It’s hard to fathom that. But even still, people celebrated their existence in ways that have carried on for hundreds of years. The ability to sit down and enjoy a show is such an amazing gift that we as human beings posses, and if it weren’t for William mutha fuckin’ Shakespeare… well who knows where we would be.
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