After class we decided to tackle something on our bucket list. Abbey Road. Overall a success, just VERY crowded. Well worth it. Afterwards we headed over to Primrose hill. By far the steepest hill of my life, maybe not literally but you have to understand that 1- I avoid exercise 99% of the time 2- We had all been walking alllll day already and Van slip-ons are not qualified walking shoes. I’m talking walking the length of a nine-hour trilogy. And finally 3- I was getting really hungry. So maybe it wasn’t the steepest hill but either way the view was well worth the torture of climbing it. And there were dogs everywhere so, bonus. Then we headed off to a small pub to see a surprise show for a British band called Superfood. The show was free and packed and I knew zero songs but I now enjoy them thoroughly and had such a blast. It helped that the excursion involved cool street art and pizza.
Last free day in London. What are you to do? Go to Oxford of course! After getting turned around and setting off an hour late we made it to the city of people who are much smarter than me. Definitely one of the highlights of my trip and something I have beeb=n looking forward to for six months. We navigated on a system I like to call “Six college kids who wont turn on their data for fear of charges.” Also known as, screenshots of maps, one real map, and a paper towel I snagged from a Hilton we didn’t even stay at. The paper towel consisted of all 13 things we wanted to see, the times they closed, and the order in which we should see them considering both distance and time efficiency. I am a very thorough planner. The rain was no match for a group of determined students lead by a napkin. Not that it’s relevent but the napkin still lives and survived the washer. In Oxford we saw the Bodleian Library of Oxford University, Oxford Castle, the Narnia lamppost, and the most important being The Eagle and the Child Pub. AKA where TOLKIEN and the inklings (including CS LEWIS) used to hang out and write. Naturally I was a dork and excited the whole time and bought a postcard. Such an amazing day. Hands down one of my favorite experiences. (For the full tour via Karrie click the link to see our list of sites to see in eight hours.)
A morning of rest and then of course running out and about. I did find time to sit still for a moment and absorb some time in the word. Much needed and appreciated perspective of reconciliation and humility in 2 Corinthians 5:11-22.
After lunch in the dorm, off I went to eat Gelato and hang out with some company I’ve grown very fond of. Side note: while I often do complain about the food here being not salty enough (America needs to cut back on the salt so I can enjoy other cultures more) and missing the taste of freedom in all my food, I will say that London has stolen my heart for their frozen dairy delights. So amazinnnnggg, but alas I digress. After that I went to the other peice of my London heart, the castle. The local pub down the street with the friendliest staff and best Sunday Roast. This is of course biased because it’s three min from my bedroom, the only place that ever has sunday roast at 6pm, and they gave us free drinks after laughing our inability to comprehend cricket. I still have no idea what the heck the point of it is and I hope to see a match before I come home. Also I think they like us because we’re used to tipping and tip well compared to everyone else. But we pretend its our American charm, even though most countries despise American tourists. So after another delightful sunday roast with the best company I headed back to my dorm to complete an assignment and write to all of you.
Mmm just thinking about a Sunday Roast and the fact that I may not have another dish quite like it is enough to make me very sad and almost hungry. *Start’s singing ‘So this is love mmhmm’*
And with this lovely image to feast your eyes on I bid you all a very fond farewell.
On Thursday after class we broke off and made our dorm style cuisine. On the menu for Thursday’s lunch with hardly any ingredients was Mac and Cheese. Or as my friends (they may say victims) who tried it said “a lot of melted cheese with some pasta”. My cooking is in its self, an art form. This is apparently debatable because someone then said “yea you’re like one of those modern artists that’s kinda hard to understand”. But hey if you don’t like it don’t eat it, personally I enjoyed it. But anyway that’s not the point of yesterday, I digress.
Thursday was awesome because we went to visit Parliament. It sounds like a yawn and a half but I actually enjoyed it a lot. I know it wasn’t the purpose of the tour but it looked so much like Hogwarts and was so old that there were ‘corridors’. Unfortunately we weren’t allowed to take pictures for the majority of the visit but as we took our tour we followed the walk the Queen would have made on her journey to the Throne. Each year the Queen ceremoniously walkes through the hall and rooms of parliament and to her Gold leafed throne to begin that year of laws and Lords. You can actually watch the ceremony on YouTube if you’d like to get an idea of what I’m talking about.
This was the main journey for that day, so amazing I wish I had been able to take more pictures. But there were armed guards everywhere sooo I wasn’t going to be the one to snap a pic for the gram. No thank you.
Afterwards we all headed back and tackled another home made dorm meal. My title as the Paula Deen of Dorm food remains. My secrets are random ingredients, butter, and some seasonings that I’m not sure what the purpose is. Quality.
Well in the wise words of Porky the Pig
Th-th-th-that’s all folks!
First of all- s/o to my “evil woman” aka lovely sister Jess
Rainy English Saturday afternoons are quickly becoming my favorite kind of afternoon. After a night spent doing a report paper and preparing for a presentation(I know it looks like I’m just on vacation I SWEAR I go to class for a few hours each morning and do homework) I decided to sleep in on Saturday. SO lovely, after staying up late each night that week and getting up early it was nice to not set an alarm.
After we all woke up at our respective times we decided to meet up at the Bond Street station. This was a lot of fun because I rode the tube there alone and when I got there my friend was still having lunch with a friend of the family. So I decided to walk a bit further down the block and ended up returning a few items at a store I had been meaning to visit, I bought a new sweater, discovered a tea shop around the corner and buy myself a souvenir, and visit the music store that Ed Sheeran released his Album at. (Not going to lie, I was low key fan-girling just walking around in there thinking about him working there a few months ago and giving out his new signed album. no shame)
It was really neat being by myself in such a big city. London is so easy to navigate. Literally signs EVERYWHERE and I’ve been to a lot of the different tube stations so I don’t need to worry about getting confused there. It was fun to be off on my own, I wasn’t nervous or anxious, just excited to be so independent. I think having time to yourself in a new place is great because it leaves room for you to grow and even fail. How would I learn if I followed the pack all the time and everywhere? I wouldn’t!
After meeting with everyone we headed over to Hyde park which was amazing even in the light rain. We decided to stop for afternoon tea at a reteraunte right on the Serpentine in Hyde Park. It was cool to watch the swans on the water as we sipped our tea and laughed over our scones.
After this we headed back to the dorms and made dinner. We spent another night in which was perfect after a long day in the park and the rain.
PS- We’ve concurred that while loose leaf is FAR better than bagged tea; it’s the honey that really puts it over the top. Next tea related mystery: is regular liquid honey as good as the crystallized honey cubes served here??
This morning before heading out to my first day of class I spent some time in Philippians and took time to reflect on the joy of humility and joy of Christ. This was an awesome way to start my day and a great reminder throughout the day to be humble which can be hard at times. But what an awesome thing, I was more appreciative of this amazing opportunity I have to study in LONDON. How sweet is that?
First day of classes, oh what a lovely thing. There is no ‘syllabus week’ on study abroad. You jump in head first and your idea of a summer get away comes crashing down. “Oh yeaaaa I’m here for school. I have homework and assignments.” It was around this time that I realized I forgot to pack not only a pen or any kind of pencil but my notebook as well. Way to go Karrie, killing it in the packing game! (its a joke because I did very poorly. #adulting) Needless to say a trip across the street and three pounds later I was all set. In class we spent time going over all the different perspectives and reputations of the local papers.
After class we decided to take advantage of discount tickets and escape the cold and rain inside a movie theater or cinema as it’s called here. Dunkirk seemed very appropriate seeing as how it is British History and heartthrob Harry Styles was in it. Over all amazing movie, stressful, suspenseful, rarely happy, and immensely heavy and depressing. Such an amazing story in history but prices were paid as often is in war.
Afterwards we were all feeling a little blue and needed a pick-me up and since there wasn’t any fancy tea around we started to wander.
We went in search of Portobello Market and weren’t disappointed. Everywhere you look are London Souvenirs and a weird store selling jellie boots called Jelly Jolly. And if you’re still thinking about Portobello Mushrooms you’ll be pleased to know that they did have a stand selling them cooled in various ways. I only bought a few souvenirs at the market but there we’re definitely very cool finds along the way.
After the Market we headed down the street to “The Castle” for some grub and returned to the dorms for a nap. (jet lag is still lingering a bit my friends). After our respective 8pm naps we tuned into some very trashy and drama filled UK tv. All of the papers we read for class somehow involved this reality tv show called “love island” and the big finale tonight. Imagine the Bachelor’s in paradise meets Jersey shore meets big brother. Only watching the finale was hilarious because we could not for the LIFE of us figure out what anyone was saying half the time. (you wouldn’t think of a British accent being hard to understand but let me tell you, they talk so fast and there is zero space between their odd pronunciation.) Not that it matters but the couple we wanted to win lost and so it just further validated that American TV is far superior.
Much more to come tomorrow but it nearly midnight here so I need to hit the hay or whatever they say in england.