I don't know that anything could have prepared me for experiencing the manor house for the first time. We arrived in Grantham (home of Isaac Newton and Margaret Thatcher!) by train. We crammed into a bus and headed towards what would be our new home for the next month. I remember the bus driver telling us to look for the manor as we drove towards it and all of a sudden seeing it rising out of the trees like a dream. I had never seen anything like it.
|Harlaxton Manor, barely visible as it appears from the trees.|
|Harlaxton Manor, bathed in evening sun. I believe I took this picture just after we arrived!|
We arrived at our rooms and started to settle in. While much of the old manor house is in it's original, very ornate condition, our rooms were located in a wing that had been mostly renovated with cheerful yellow walls and lots of light. While almost everyone stayed in rooms with only two people, I was in a room with four people. My roommates were my best friend and two other awesome girls, so we considered ourselves to be super lucky.
I think as we settled in, we had no idea what to expect, what we would experience over this next month. It changed me and I think it changed all of us.
|The door to our room!|