The Hills are Alive with the Sound of Music (Ohh ohh ahh ahh ahh ah)

We sent out to see all the Bronze Age sites on this trip in one day. We went to a hill fort which was neat. When we got to the top of the ill I had to repress the extremely large desire to starting belting the hills are alive with the sound of music and start spinning in circles in the field. It almost happened. I did let a few notes though of climb every mountain, ford every stream, follow every rainbow, Till You Find YOur DREAMMMMSSSSSS. If only the cousins had been there. 

It's times like these when I wish I had a Banwell (our musically talented cousins who are the only ones in the family that can sing well-sorry Clements) call, and the Banwells would magically beam down and start singing. In my head I was singing the entire Sound of Music soundtrack, and kept thinking of one night when we were in Costa Rica over Christmas break after kids dinner. There is always at least one meal where the parents go off on their own and the kids fend for themselves. On the way back up the hill to the house from the kids meal, all of us started BELTING out show tunes, mainly sound of music, and singing the entire way up. Only a few of us (not me) can sing well, but we all still sing as loud as we can all day ury day. It made me really homesick, missing my family, but also got me really excited about August when we shall all be reunited!!! Maybe we will even finally put on a production of the Sound of Music. Hmm…I don't know how our parents would feel watching their grown children putting on a show…maybe they can make a drinking game out of it or something. Every time a voice cracks, drink. Every time we start laughing, drink. Hmm, that might not go over so well. 

We got to see Vic's Crater and this wonderful museum in some town that we ending up staying the night in, but I cannot remember the name for the life of me. It was really neat, especially seeing all of the Greek stuff. What really got me though was the wooden sculpture of Jesus on the cross from the Middle Ages. As I stared up at Jesus, I swear he was moving. It looked as if he was breathing. It looked so real. I don't know what it was about this piece, but it was so moving, both literally and figuratively. Amazing.