A history lesson that I've learned as a nine year old came right back around to bite me in the ass
which was the Mayflower sailing from Plymouth to Cape Cod, Massachusetts.
In which case, I forgot all about it until I ended up in Plymouth. I couldn't even get the hint from all the Mayflower gift shops everywhere. I even passed the gate that lead to the Mayflower steps at least twice and not even noticing it.
Also, another American and I went into Smeaton's Tower today.
It is a very symbolic piece of architecture in the city of Plymouth. It's not that high but it's still the worst nightmare for anyone who is afraid of heights and/or claustrophobic.
(There wasn't a lift/elevator)
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