Canterbury Tales????

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Today I chaperoned a trip to Canterbury. I scheduled a boat tour which consisted of a very funny (and perverted) rower from Belfast, a small "river", and a lot of laughs. I learned about the Grey Friars and the Black Friars and most interestingly saw baby hens on sitting on a brick. The cathedral was amazing, as were the tombs, the crypt and the cloisters. I don't know, but this year it almost seems like I have seen so many cloisters they all look about the same!

The funniest moment of all was when I saw some signs for a craft fair. Thinking I could find something handmade for my mom I followed the signs through the winding roads which lead me to a very old creepy church. I ventured inside and found two little old ladies who had knit a bunch of cactus people with eyeballs. I think they were fingerpuppets. And THAT was the craft fair. I probably should have bought one just to make a joke of my handmade cactus with eyes. So I met up with my friends, climbed a tree in a field on grey friar island and set back for home.

Not once, in the entire trip, did I hear of Chaucer or the Canterbury Tales. Interesting, considering it publicized in the Lonely Planet and I imagined I would be completely over-Chaucered by the end of the day. Instead I sent into Magic shops, saw tatoo parlors galore and various body piercing shops. Not quite what I had expected.

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