zsa zsa

fancy name for a fancy girl. she's my friend from yl staff as well. she showed us around her town of devon that she had been waxing poetic over ever since i first met her. i just had to see it for myself.

and she was right. it's a little tourist destination, given the name "heaven's waiting room" for all of the elderly residents. we did our best to avoid the masses by taking a teeny tiny road up to a little outdoor cafe and had yummy tomato (long a sound there - remember we're in england) soup with wholemeal and granary breads - those europeans know their bread.

did we stop there? no. it was then time for dessert. so back down the teensy weensy road with the teensy weensy cars to another cafe with a stunning view of the red cliffs. there i continued to eat my way through europe with a huge slice of lemon cake and coffee. it was hard to decide between the scones with clotted cream (which were the best i have ever had - my friends had some and gave me a bite or two), the ginger orange cake, the apple cake, or the cheesecake. i was pleased with my choice and then i felt entirely too full and quite happy.