Oh my God, I've been having the best time since we got here. This place is so incredible. I really didn't know what I was going to think of this place when I was told we were going, but I'm so glad we came. My whole attitude about coming was kind of 'mixed' so to speak. I'd really been looking forward to enjoying the summer with my best friend Marisa, only to be told we were heading overseas for three months touring Europe.
My dad is teaches history over at New River Tech College and had been wanting to visit the continent for some time in order to take in some 'history' in person. But he didn't want to just visit, he wanted to really explore and have the time to do his research.
Enter my godfather, Uncle Nate, who thanks to his inhumanly long life, was heading to England to visit some of his 'extended' family there and other parts of Europe. While he was looking to going, he hates to travel alone. So he decided to 'drag' us along with him on this trip.
As exciting as the trip sounded, I was pretty annoyed about not being with my bestie as planned. I even tried to talk my parents into letting her come with us. Much to their credit, they did like the idea and would've loved to have had her along. They like to think of Marisa as another daughter and would've watched over her like a pair of hawks. However... there was Uncle Nate to think about. Marisa does not know about his being a hundred and sixty-four year old vampyre. None of my friends know, which is why I have to keep this blog "PRIVATE". It's more like a personal diary where I share my adventures and experiences involving Uncle Nate. The only people who will ever read these entries are myself and any children I have when I'm older. I want them to know and understand what makes Uncle Nate so very special and amazing. He's been part of our family since 1866 when he married the widow of his best friend and commanding officer in the Union Army. He's been our 'guardian angel' ever since.
And we're not the only family he watches over. Since coming here I've met at least a dozen families who know and adore him as much as we do. They too know his secret and guard it with a vengeance. I've been told that before we finally head back home, I'll have met many more who call him "Uncle", "Friend" and even an "Angel" with dark wings..
But what I want to talk about right now is this new thing I'm getting into. As soon as we arrived in London's Heathrow Airport I started seeing people in the most amazing outfits. They're Goths, but not like the ones I've seen in school who do the dark clothing and black hair routines. These people take it a step further into like living history meets art. We're talking Classic Goth clothing and make-up done with STYLE.