England Trip Report Day Four

Up in the morning we caught the free breakfast buffet at the hotel which was pretty good and then we packed up and headed out, catching the three hour train back to London, after a quick trip to the Pasty Shop.

The scenery in Manchester reminds me a lot of the town I grew up in in Maine.

It was on the train ride home that I reached a decision. I’d been wanting the Europe E logo as a tattoo for quite some time but never really had the occasion. I thought about getting it done at home before the show but I never got around to it and now I’m glad I didn’t. It just made so much sense to get it now, while here in England since the night prior had been so amazing.

Back at our home base hotel I told my husband that was what I wanted to do. He’d never been 100% sold on getting a band tattooed on my body, but he totally understood the significance of it and agreed that this was the best time and opportunity to do it.

We both realized it was pretty late in the day and that we probably couldn’t get it done that right then but we wanted to go in person to get a price quote and make an appointment.

We had seen a tattoo shop down the way in our explorations that Saturday so we did some google research on it and deemed it worthy. When we showed up at the tattoo shop they asked if I wanted it right away because they had an artist available and I didn’t hesitate.

Everyone in the shop was amazing and kind. I couldn’t have asked for a better environment for a tattoo shop that we pretty much picked out of a lineup on the street.

We gave the guy the artwork, he drew up the template and away we went.

It took roughly an hour and I passed the time by watching my Europe videos from the night before on my phone. It made the time go quickly and it helped the pain not feel so bad.

I absolutely love it and I’m so glad I did it. (I may retract that statement shortly as it has just hit the super itchy phase today :haha:)

Satisfied with the my decision, we stopped and got fried chicken take away on the way home and called it an early night. I hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before and I was drained from all that had been going on.

I can neither confirm nor deny if it was Britain’s tastiest chicken, but it was pretty yummy when your belly was empty and you wanted something comforting.

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