Ok friends, here’s where things get real. The main reason I wanted to trek the 2 1/2 hours outside of London was to say thank you, thank you to an artist whose work has shaped my life in more ways than one. In high school I discovered I enjoyed the Shakespeare unit which expanded my mind towards classical literature, later in college I discovered I loved to act through Shakespeare’s words, which led to my eventual passion and exploration into the world of theatre and through theatre, specifically an internship at the Marin Shakespeare Company, I met the woman who would 6 years later be my wife. So, yeah, Shakespeare has had a profound effect on me, he still does, and it felt only right to pay my respects to his supposed resting place while here in England. I won’t lie, it was overwhelming for me, I may have cried (I definitely did) and I may have blubbered a bit (again, I totally did) but it was the realization of one artists work on another’s (in this case, mine) life. So, I tearfully thanked him, thanked him for changing my life for the better and thanked him for bringing me to the love of my life. It was an honor and I feel so blessed I got to say my thanks. Church of the Holy Trinity, Stratford Upon Avon. The resting place of William Shakespeare.