I have wanted to visit Stonehenge ever since I took some astronomy classes in college. It may or may not have functioned as a prehistoric observatory, or as a religious site, or as a place of healing—or, all of the above—but it had such a fascination for me. For years, at every solstice, I'd think, “I wish I were at Stonehenge.”
And when I caught this first glimpse of the stones through the bus window, I couldn't breathe for a moment. There's such a thrill in seeing a place you've seen pictures of all your life: the pyramids, Mont St-Michel, Machu Picchu, even the White House. Oh my God, there it is! I'm really here!
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