When I was in the second grade, I was introduced to the Beatles by my favorite teacher (shout-out to Ms. Tolbert!). I begged my mom to buy me the 1 | Beatles album on a Sams run one fine day in November 2000, and spent a concerning amount of time listening to it over and over and over. I was hooked. You could imagine my complete and total disbelief when I was told one of the groups I was to lead around this summer was studying Rock in the UK. Where were these study abroad programs when I was in school!?
These precious gems and I trekked all over London learning all we could about the best of the best, but the highlight of the trip for me was obviously our Liverpool overnight.
Y’all. Y’ALL. Y’alllllllllllllllllll.
We stayed in the MOST AWESOME Beatles-themed hotel ever (appropriately named The Hard Days Night Hotel), and my hotel room even had a massive portrait of Paul McCartney over the bed and that’s how I knew I had made it. This was winning.
We were able to go to the Cavern Club, the Casbah Club, and even did a private coach tour around Liverpool to see some of the sites not located in the touristy center of Liverpool. We were able to see the childhood homes of Paul McCartney and John Lennon, the street Penny Lane takes origins from, Strawberry Fields, and so much more.
“You actually get paid to do all this?” asked one of the students after we had exited the Beatles Story museum. Incrediously, I nodded. It’s beyond comprehensive to me that this has actually been my job all year. What a life!
It was overwhelming to experience all these Beatles themed activities. It was only mid-way through our first evening in Liverpool, as we were listening to Beatles covers at the Cavern Club, that I realized how intrinsically woven the Beatles are to my life. I’m aware how incredibly cheesy that sounds, but it’s true regardless. Through the happy and sad and moments of life where I felt a little lost or confused, there was always Paul McCartney and his lads to make everything better. Awwww, so cute.
Great day. Great life. Now, if I can only somehow convince Paul to tour the south in the next year, I will be the happiest camper of them all!