Saturday was the official beginning of my spring break. For my flatmates, however, this began on Friday. Shiloh and Denise headed off to Italy (I think) before I was even up to get ready for my internship. The next day though, it was my turn. I went on a day trip to jump start my break. The destination was Canterbury, Europe's first tourist attraction. I went with what is called International Student House. I have a membership and they offer trips that are 50% subsidized. Pretty sweet deal.
Anyways, I went to Canterbury and toured the Canterbury cathedral where Thomas Beckett was murdered in the cathedral. Poor guy, no place is sacred for a bunch of knights looking to suck up to the king. I then walked around the town and saw a few other sights. While there I made two friends. One is a student from Canada that is studying in London for the whole year. The other is an au pair (I have no idea how to spell that) from Germany. Both were very nice. The day was quite pleasant. I even took a tea break in the quaintest little tea room after the cathedral tour. It was nice to just sit back, enjoy the tea, and journal. That evening was spent packing as lightly as possible for my York and Scotland trip. It is a balance trying to pack lightly but have enough stuff. I ended up leaving my makeup behind. Although I am not entirely dependent on cosmetics, going an entire week without any foundation, eyeliner, or mascara is a bit of a stretch for me. That is a week in public without makeup. I don't mind going natural if the only people to see me are a few trees, squirrels and hiking partners.
Anyway, I went to the station the next morning to catch my ride to York. I travelled by way of Megabus. Now tell me, by the name of the company, wouldn't one assume that the mode of transportation would be, oh, I don't know...a bus. Using what I considered to be common sense I followed the signs for the coach pickup. I was over an hour early because I wanted to make sure that I was in the right place. Well, it certainly seemed as though I was so I decided to check out the shops to kill some time. I even tried a nuttela crepe...mmm, those are good. Well, 15 minutes until my "megabus" was supposed to leave, I walk back to the coach pickup. Low and behold, the buses were gone. Well, what in the world to I do know? I ended up asking at reception and the man kindly informs me that megabus trips to York are actually train rides to east midlands parkway where I would then alight onto my megabus. Well, that would have been nice to know. To make a long story short, I made it onto my train just fine and transferred to my double decker megabus at the right station without any more problems. I wonder how many people have missed their "megabus" looking for an actual bus.
Well, my relatives, John and Anne, met me at the bus stop and took me to their lovely cottage in the adorable village of Poppleton. It is right outside of York and has everything you need within walking distance inside the village. There are two little grocers, a flower shop, two hair dressers, a health clinic, a dentist, a church, a meeting house, a post office, a school, tennis courts, a green, and don't even know what else. I immediately fell in love.
There wasn't any time to sightsee that evening so we all had a lovely meal and watched television after dinner. John even showed me a recording of the Opening Day of Parliament where the Queen and all of the royalty and officials have this big, elaborate ceremony. It was interesting to see. It was like a play with very ornate costumes and props with a very dull plot. The queen arrives, dons her ceremonial cape and the Imperial crown (which she only wears twice a year) and takes her throne in the house of the lords. Then a character called black rod walks (nay, marches) over to the house of the commons where they slam the door in his face. He uses his black rod (thus the name) to pound on the door to gain entry. He then invites/orders (with lots of polite head nods) the members of parliament to the House of Lords to hear the Queen's speech. After all of men (and now women) are crammed into the already full house of lords, the Queen reads her speech. And, well, that's it. It is a lot of pageantry and tradition but not really any functionality that I could determine. It is just one of those traditions that the Imperialist nation has retained to keep their culture and history alive. Plus, it is just fun to watch.
Monday morning we explored York--the Abbey, the wall, a beautiful coffee house, and the Shambles, York's most well-known and narrowest street. Apparently while we were walking down the street (and I snapping away with my camera) a camera crew was filming the street. That evening, Anne's daughter called to inform her that she was on the six o' clock news! We made the BBC! They were reporting how the Shambles was just recently voted Britain's most beautiful street or something to that affect. I'm a British television star!
After lunch on Monday, John and Anne drove me to Knaresborough, a nearby town with a beautiful view. We walked to a ruined castle that overlooked a river down in a canyon. The view of the river, old steam engine train bridge, and town was breathtaking. It looked just like a postcard! After that, John and Anne's daughter, Jane and her boyfriend came for tea and cake (I like this tradition of coffee in the morning and tea with cakes or biscuits in the afternoon). I am really enjoying getting to know my distant British relatives and find it interesting to see a true British household in action.
Yesterday, we drove to Whitby by the sea. The beautiful town is nestled along the North Sea. We started the morning by once again enjoying a mug of coffee, and then climbed the hill to the church and ruined monastery. The view from the top was amazing! It was the iconic British seaside town. We then lunched at the famous Magpie Cafe on fresh fish and chips. The fish was huge! It was the best fried fish I have ever had (I ate almost all of it, some of chips, and a lot of my mushy peas). John and Anne have been doing their very best to fatten me up before I leave York. Once we were done feasting on our fresh seafood, we waddled out to walk around a bit more. They have this special candy there called Whitby rock which has the name of the town throughout the whole stick of candy. Anne treated me to a stick (which I haven't eaten yet--far too full). We also walked down Smuggler's Alley and by some fish stores where we saw (and smelled) the fresh kippers being smoked. Oh, fun fact: Captain Cook began his voyage from Whitby.
Once we had thoroughly explored the quaint seaside town, John drove us to a tiny village up the coast with another beautiful view. Tuesday was full of breathtaking views as we drove through the moors, across the country, and along the seaside. Needless to say, I have taken quite a few pictures. I think I definitely need to purchase another memory card for my camera before I go to Scotland.
Today we went back to York to explore the York Castle Museum. It was interesting to see all of the artifacts of Yorkshire life past. They set up rooms like they would have been during different eras. They even had a street created like it would have been during I think the 1800s, with the sounds of children playing in the streets and everything. In the basement, it used to be a dungeon. That was pretty cool to see. Then we just walked around through some of the downtown shops. This afternoon we drove to another nearby town, Wetherby, just to walk around and enjoy the riverside town. I have been so blessed with wonderful weather. Monday and today were clear and sunny with blue sky. Yesterday was a bit more overcast, but the only time it rained was while we were in the car.
Tomorrow, I depart for Scotland for my adventure in the north. I'll let you know if any quiltwearing, bagpipe playing Scot sweeps me off my feet. Oh, another interesting thing: my great grandparent's on my Grandma Henry's side were from Ireland. However, before my Irish roots (I think around 1500s) the Smytons (my Grandma's maiden name and John and Anne's last name) were possibly from Scotland. So here I am, off to the land of my ancestors. I will keep an eye open for a Smyton family crest.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Excerpts
Wow, I am not very good at keeping this blog up to date. I have done much better with my journal entries. As such, I think I will just publish a few journal entries to fill everyone in on what I have done for the past month (wow, has it really been that long?). Forgive the length but this is my first entry in a long time and I am killing time until the Olympic closing ceremony which will be 1:30 a.m. in London. Yeah, work should be fun tomorrow morning.
2/13/10
I'm on my way to Wales! First, let me recap. Wednesday I did not make it to Met Tab (Metropolitan Tabernacle, the church that I have started to attend). I got scared of going by myself after dark. It is after all in South London and I would have to walk through a creepy subway where I have seen some homeless people hanging out. I would probably have been fine but, alas. Thursday was the Lion King. AMAZING! I loved it. The costumes were so colorful and neat. My favorites were the camels and the cheetah. The camels were people on stilts that looked convincingly real. The cheetah--she moved like a dance. The actor's own legs were the back legs and she controlled the front legs with sticks. The walking motion was fluid and somehow beautiful. It was a mirage of bright African color and the yellow desert sun. The entire performance flowed like a waltz--the sets, actors, lights, and everything moving together to the wonderful African music of the Lion King. The music is always my favorite. I've missed music. Oh, and young Simba had a delightful British accent.
Ok, now on to Friday. Friday was The Importance of Being Earnest. It was way up on the northern line and then a ten minute walk from the tube station through residential London. Oh. I discovered my first hill here. I walked up it and looked to my left and saw the lights of London continue as far as I could see. I am very glad that Betsy and Sally were with me. I think the walk to the theatre was intimidating enough with them there. We found it straight away though. It was above a pub called the Gatehouse, a lovely tudor pub that looks like authentic London. The theatre composed mostly of the stage with the audience seating practically on the stage--quite different from the huge west-end theatre where the Lion King played. I could see every emotion that passed on the actors' faces and it felt as though I were sitting in the living room with them (I practically was!). Oscar Wilde's The Importance of Being Earnest is one of my favorites. The humor and wit is positively delicious. The pure absurdity of the situation is delightful. And most of the actors were superb. Jack was perfect--very close to Colin Firth's portrayal. His accent made my heart melt. And Algie--well, Algie wasn't perfect, but the actor nailed the wit and upsurd character of Algernon Montecrief. I was disappointed in Aunt Agusta, but I think part of the reason is that my expectations were too high. How can anyone compare with Judy Dench? This actor simply couldn't grasp Aunt Agusta's absurd and humoursely snotty character. I think she forgot a few lines too. Dudring intermission, they served ice cream. Apparently, this is a British tradition because they served it during the play that Shiloh and Stephanie went to that night as well. It was expensive, but I wanted the full British Fringe Theatre experience (minus the alcohol). Delightful evening--I love plays and literature that poke fun at the stuffiness and absurdity of society, fashion, and class.
Oh, I'm in Wales! Croeso i Amffitheatr Caerllion (Welcome to the Caellion Amphitheater in Welsh). We just stopped to see an old Roman barracks and amphitheater. It is neat to stand somewhere where gladiators fought 2000 years ago. Shiloh and I got "gladiator" photos. Apparently, gladiators weren't as impressive in Wales. They don't have lions in Wales. Instead they had to fight Ox's, deer, and sometimes cows. Not the same. The native Welsh didn't give the Romans any trouble so things were pretty peaceful. Things still are. Three million people and 30 million sheep--that is 10 sheep for every person! And this particular town where we stopped, bells a t the church chimed continuously. They started playing a song, but soon were just clanging away and only paused for a few minutes the entire time we were exploring ancient Roman Wales. We decided that they are training the new bell ringer and although he is immensely enthusiastic, he lacks the musical talent or sense of time. I wonder if it ever stops.
Croeso i Castell Caerffili!
Caerphilly Castle is great. The moat is full of water and there is white wash still on the walls. It was like a giant playground and I literally jumped from rock to rock. They had the machines of war, which I can't remember all of the names. Oh, and Shiloh and I tried Caerphilly cheese. It is their town's own special cheese. It is crumbly like feta crossed with cheese curds. Pretty good actually. Next, some Welsh life museum.
I am a fan of the Welsh Museum. It was just tons of cottages set up like different time periods. Each had a little fire. It felt like stepping back in time. It gave a glimpse of life in Wales during the 1800s and 1900s. Oh, and then we discovered a castle and gardens. The gardens were walled. It made me think of the secret garden. Especially when she first stumbles upon it. Everything was dead, but one could see remnants of its summer glory. There was manicured grounds in the back and a little man made river of sorts. I think it was Faagen Castle. To be honest, the inside was more interesting than Kensington Palace where I payed 11 pounds to tour. I felt as though I was merely wandering through the castle during the time when it was used. Oh, and outside in the gardens, the gates had gold vines interwoven through the iron work. I can't tell you how refreshing it was to walk through a path through the woods and breathe the fresh, crisp, clean air. There were people, but no crowds. Oh, there is a sunset, a real sunset over the countryside. (sigh) I love Wales...Oh, and I bought some Welsh cakes. Yum! They are shaped liked small pancakes and have what I think are raisins and dried currants. They are sweeter and drier than pancakes.
I am enjoying just driving through the countryside so much. I love seeing the green, the sky, and all of the sheep. And the cottages look so at home among the dips and rises of the Welsh countryside. The sunset is growing. I haven't seen such a beautiful sunset in a very long time. London becomes so dreary and tiresome with all of the people, smoke, cars, tubes, and gray skies...and buildings. I am trying to keep my spirit of adventure, but I didn't realize until this moment how much I needed a break, and how much I need the countryside, nature, and fresh air. Now, I am going to enjoy the remainder of this beautiful Welsh sunset and thank God for all of his wonderful creation.
Tonight we are staying in a seaside town called Swansea. Apparently it is the party town. Here is where people go for bachelor and bachelorette parties and dress up. We saw tons of people decked out in honestly very little clothing considering how cold it is. Girls were in halter dresses that were very, very short while guys were in t-shirts. We saw a group of girls all in little black dresses and pink fluffy scarves--bachelorette party. There were also a bunch of guys in rugby jerseys and kilts. Tonight was Scotland vs. Wales. Wales won but the Scots still went out to party.
2/14/10
Happy Valentine's Day! I think Wales is a wonderful place to celebrate Valentine's Day. We began this morning with a lovely never ending breakfast. I will not record all that I ate because it was far too much. Then it was on to Big Pit Mines. The drive there was beautiful. Wales doesn't really have mountains; they have hills and rolling countryside. I have a new appreciation for the term "rolling countryside." The museum was actually very interesting. We doned big hard hats, lamps, and a batter belt and descended to the depths of the coal mine to catch a glimpse of the life of a coal miner. THat must have been a difficult life. Up until the 1980s when Margaret Thatcher closed most of the mines, wales's economy was based on the coal industry. Entire comunities dissapeared when the mines were shut down. As sad as it is to contemplate how these miners' livelihood was destroyed, the conditions in the mines seem worse to me. The constant danger from methane, carbon monoxide, explosion, cave ins, and the black damp..and the tyranny of the mine owners who paid workers in tokens which could only be used in the mine store is horrible. Our guide, who was a minor himself from the age of 15, told us of five-year-old children that were once employed (without wages) to open and shut shaft doors often without candles. At ten they would begin shoveling coal still earning no money. I can't imagine any greed powerful enough to make a man subject mere children to conditions like that for 12 hours a day, six days a week. the horses used before machinery did not fare much better. The inhumanity is incomprehensible. It was neat to walk down the shafts and see remnants of days past and the lives invested into obtaining this strange black rock. Once we surfaced, we walked to the top of the museum and the view was amazing. The sun was shining down on Wales brighter than I have seen in the entire month I've been in Europe. our guide just told us that it has been raining nonstop in London. I am so glad that I am here in sunny Wales instead. do I have to go back?
For lunch Shiloh, Sally, Jo, Greg, and I picnicked by Britain's oldest medieval bridge with a still standing gatehouse in Manmouth. It was so picturesque with ducks and seagulls playing in the water right near the bridge. We sat on a few rocks and threw some of our leftover lunch for the ducks to enjoy. One in particular was exceedingly curious and seemed to know we were the source of food. he kept giving us longing sideways glances. I have fallen head over heels in love with wales! The warm sun has done wonders to warm my spirit. After lunch we drove through the Wye Valley on the way to Tintern Abbey. This was the countryside that inspired William Wordsworth's poetic writings. Oh, and there are some small mountains in Wales. They are just slightly larger than hills. Tintern Abbey was a surreal ruins of a large stone monastery. The superb masonry still visible whispers of what it once was. Tucked on the edge of the Wye Valley far from any metropolis, only a small town intrudes on the mystic and wonder this jagged shell inspires. Greg, Jo, and I went up a small path to another ruined church above the monastery. The view was breathtaking. The sun lit up a field in the distance so the emerald green grass seemed to glow. the monastery in the distance below seemed to belong to a different world, one that I have read of, heard tales of, but is beyond the Earth I know, unattainable like Narnia or Middle Earth. It exists only in one's imagination, stories of old, and Europe. We are back in England again, so no more signs are in Welsh. Welsh looked to me like a language of elves, musical and beautiful. There is something intrinsically magical about it.
2/19/10
Well, I am back in London and back to the old routine. Wednesday, I couldn't believe it, was sunny...very sunny. Monday, I didn't do anything exciting beyond making pizza again. Tuesday...hm, oh, now I remember--the London and the World Wars' test. Totally unfair test (I shall skip the portion where I bemoan my classes and incompetent professors). Last night CAPA had a Curry Night in Brick Lane. Free five course Indian/Bangladeshi meal! It was so good! We ate so much that Stephanie, Shiloh, Denise, and I all had to waddle back to the flat. I'm not sure what any of the appetizers were but they tasted good. I tried lamb. Um, not really a fan. It was rather tough, but the dish itself was good. It was a creamy and mild (coconut milk maybe?) with bananas and some fruit I think called lychees. Now, I am on my way to a stone cutter's to conduct an interview for my internship. I am a little nervous. I got here early in order to find the place. Now, I have about 15 minutes to kill so I am sitting drinking a cinnamon latte at Costa (think Starbucks but better). These coffees are going to be the thing that breaks my budget.
2/21/10
Oh Friday night, Friday night...I titled the Facebook album "Night at the Museum." OF course we were at the V&A (Victorian and Albert Museum). I am still convinced that the V&A is far superior to any other museum (still have to make it to the British Museum though). Well, we went there for a free concert. It ended up being 17th and 18th century lute music. There were a lute player and four vocalists--soprano, alto, tenor, bass. Except the alto was also male. I don't think the male voice is supposed to go up that high. As much as I was impressed (he was REALLY good), his vocal range made me wonder (as did the striped socks). I really enjoyed the performance though. They were all so talented. After the performance Shiloh, Stephanie, Betsy, Brittany, Emma and I decided to explore more of the museum. It was open later on Fridays. There is always so much to discover there. That night we discovered the theatre exhibit...oh, the theatre exhibit (I shall omit the description...just go look at the Facebook album).
Well, here I am at Met Tab waiting for Doctrine class. Brittany came with me this week. We ate lunch with Verity and her friends. It is so nice to have lunch with a church family. Adriana is from Brazil and has only been learning London for 11 months. I sometimes have difficulty understanding her, but she speaks very good English for 11 months. She says that her family is back in Brazil and it is lonely sometimes being in London alone, but now she has her church family. I think that is so true. I feel so much less lonely or homesick when I am surrounded by people who love God. The only thing I can attribute it to is our sisterhood and brotherhood in Christ. It is a special bond which can bring people together immediately. Oh, and next week, I am bringing dessert. I really want to contribute and give back since they have all been so friendly and inviting to me. (Let me see there is Verity and her husband, Lollie and her husband who are from South Africa, Faytima (sp?) from ??, Adriana from Brazil, and a few others).
2/26/10
Well, I never told you about Saturday. Saturday was a football match. Queens Park Rangers against...somebody. It was for our British Life and Culture class. I have to say, it was very entertaining. We won and there was a streaker in a red speedo...ok, so he wasn't a real streaker since he did have the speedo...kinda. He mooned everybody, but the crown jewels were safely covered. Fun times. The rest of this week was pretty noneventfull except for yesterday. Yesterday I explored around Covenant Gardens and discovered London's talented street performers. There were an opera singer, a straight-jacket act, a jigging fiddle group, and a guy balancing a ladder on his head. It was so much fun to just wander around the market window shopping and listening to the performers. I couldn't really afford anything but the free tea sample were delicious. I will have to invest in some tea to bring home. After that was the Alice in Wonderland premiere. my first and most likely premiere. I did get to see Anne Hathaway and Johnny Depp..well, his chin. It was crazy. I don't understand our fascination with celebrities. Still, it is kind of cool to say that I've seen at least part of Johnny Depp in person.
2/27/10
Ah, the sun is shining and am on my way to Oxford! So excited. Poor Maggie missed her train and had to pay more, but she is on the train with Betsy and I toward Oxford so all is well. (omitting unimportant ramblings)
On the road again, or at least the rails. I believe my day in Oxford was a success. We met up with Steph and Sally and explored the downtown. The architecture is beautiful. It seemed as though the city was the University, which it kinda was. It is then made of tons of colleges. I ended up buying an Oxford hat because I was freezing (my hair was braided--plus, I just really wanted it). Oh, and I found boots for 15 pounds!! I know, I shouldn't be shopping when I should be sightseeing, but really...15 pounds! Plus, we were trying to get out of the rain. It was strange how the day alternated between bright sunny, blue skies and rain...even hail once. So, we didn't end up doing the walking tour. Instead I bought a book of Authors and Literature in Oxford. Using it, we found the pub, the Eagle and Child, where J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis and the other Inklings used to meet. Apparently Tolkien read his first draft of the Hobbit to the Inklings in the back room of the pub. We wanted to eat dinner here, but by dinner time it was too crowded. Too bad, I would have loved to eat here these great literary minds brainstormed about Middle Earth and Narnia. Next on the list was some of Tolkien's colleges. I think we saw where he went to school and where he taught. And, we took a picture in front of where he lived three years. The other places he lived were a longer walk. We then went to Christ's Church and got to see some of where Harry Potter was shot. Haven't seen all of Harry Potter, just a few scenes on TV, but even I recognized the great hall, which is the dining hall both in real life and in the world of Hogwarts. To think, Oxford students eat there everyday. I can't imagine going to class surrounded by so much history! It would be a dream to be a student there. We also saw the quad and the cathedral. Inside and orchestra was having practice. I wanted to join the students so much!! I heard a flute solo and once again missed my flute. We also paid to tour the Bodleian Library. Every single copyrighted book in the UK is stored here! In the new building, there are ten stories at just books, a lot of the stories are underground. They even have to store some in a nearby town in an old salt mine and a few other places. No one checks books out, but Oxford students and other academics can read the books. You request what book you want and they have tons of workers that have to find it among the nine million or so. Oh, and they are trying to put all of the books on computer databases. I can't imagine! Well, the part we saw the old, pretty study room which was used for a scene in Harry Potter. We weren't allowed to bring cameras in, which was very disappointing. It was so pretty! After the library we discovered a wonderful bookstore. I had to restrain myself from buying books that I can neither afford nor have a way to bring back home to the U.S. Oh, and I found a Bear Grylls surviv0r book!! That was awesome. Well, like I said before, the Eagle and Child was too busy so we found another pub and I had my first fish and chips meal. Really, it was just fried fish and fries--nothing special. It tasted good though. I was hungry. Oh, and there were mushy peas. I felt very British. And that brings us to now--a slightly grungy train seated by a middle aged couple and their over energetic toddler who is now yelling and repeatedly hitting his father. What a joy! We should be back in London here shortly and non too soon. I am very tired. So much history wears me out.
Phew...that was a lot. Sorry for any typos or poor grammar. This is just stream of consciousness ramblings.
2/13/10
I'm on my way to Wales! First, let me recap. Wednesday I did not make it to Met Tab (Metropolitan Tabernacle, the church that I have started to attend). I got scared of going by myself after dark. It is after all in South London and I would have to walk through a creepy subway where I have seen some homeless people hanging out. I would probably have been fine but, alas. Thursday was the Lion King. AMAZING! I loved it. The costumes were so colorful and neat. My favorites were the camels and the cheetah. The camels were people on stilts that looked convincingly real. The cheetah--she moved like a dance. The actor's own legs were the back legs and she controlled the front legs with sticks. The walking motion was fluid and somehow beautiful. It was a mirage of bright African color and the yellow desert sun. The entire performance flowed like a waltz--the sets, actors, lights, and everything moving together to the wonderful African music of the Lion King. The music is always my favorite. I've missed music. Oh, and young Simba had a delightful British accent.
Ok, now on to Friday. Friday was The Importance of Being Earnest. It was way up on the northern line and then a ten minute walk from the tube station through residential London. Oh. I discovered my first hill here. I walked up it and looked to my left and saw the lights of London continue as far as I could see. I am very glad that Betsy and Sally were with me. I think the walk to the theatre was intimidating enough with them there. We found it straight away though. It was above a pub called the Gatehouse, a lovely tudor pub that looks like authentic London. The theatre composed mostly of the stage with the audience seating practically on the stage--quite different from the huge west-end theatre where the Lion King played. I could see every emotion that passed on the actors' faces and it felt as though I were sitting in the living room with them (I practically was!). Oscar Wilde's The Importance of Being Earnest is one of my favorites. The humor and wit is positively delicious. The pure absurdity of the situation is delightful. And most of the actors were superb. Jack was perfect--very close to Colin Firth's portrayal. His accent made my heart melt. And Algie--well, Algie wasn't perfect, but the actor nailed the wit and upsurd character of Algernon Montecrief. I was disappointed in Aunt Agusta, but I think part of the reason is that my expectations were too high. How can anyone compare with Judy Dench? This actor simply couldn't grasp Aunt Agusta's absurd and humoursely snotty character. I think she forgot a few lines too. Dudring intermission, they served ice cream. Apparently, this is a British tradition because they served it during the play that Shiloh and Stephanie went to that night as well. It was expensive, but I wanted the full British Fringe Theatre experience (minus the alcohol). Delightful evening--I love plays and literature that poke fun at the stuffiness and absurdity of society, fashion, and class.
Oh, I'm in Wales! Croeso i Amffitheatr Caerllion (Welcome to the Caellion Amphitheater in Welsh). We just stopped to see an old Roman barracks and amphitheater. It is neat to stand somewhere where gladiators fought 2000 years ago. Shiloh and I got "gladiator" photos. Apparently, gladiators weren't as impressive in Wales. They don't have lions in Wales. Instead they had to fight Ox's, deer, and sometimes cows. Not the same. The native Welsh didn't give the Romans any trouble so things were pretty peaceful. Things still are. Three million people and 30 million sheep--that is 10 sheep for every person! And this particular town where we stopped, bells a t the church chimed continuously. They started playing a song, but soon were just clanging away and only paused for a few minutes the entire time we were exploring ancient Roman Wales. We decided that they are training the new bell ringer and although he is immensely enthusiastic, he lacks the musical talent or sense of time. I wonder if it ever stops.
Croeso i Castell Caerffili!
Caerphilly Castle is great. The moat is full of water and there is white wash still on the walls. It was like a giant playground and I literally jumped from rock to rock. They had the machines of war, which I can't remember all of the names. Oh, and Shiloh and I tried Caerphilly cheese. It is their town's own special cheese. It is crumbly like feta crossed with cheese curds. Pretty good actually. Next, some Welsh life museum.
I am a fan of the Welsh Museum. It was just tons of cottages set up like different time periods. Each had a little fire. It felt like stepping back in time. It gave a glimpse of life in Wales during the 1800s and 1900s. Oh, and then we discovered a castle and gardens. The gardens were walled. It made me think of the secret garden. Especially when she first stumbles upon it. Everything was dead, but one could see remnants of its summer glory. There was manicured grounds in the back and a little man made river of sorts. I think it was Faagen Castle. To be honest, the inside was more interesting than Kensington Palace where I payed 11 pounds to tour. I felt as though I was merely wandering through the castle during the time when it was used. Oh, and outside in the gardens, the gates had gold vines interwoven through the iron work. I can't tell you how refreshing it was to walk through a path through the woods and breathe the fresh, crisp, clean air. There were people, but no crowds. Oh, there is a sunset, a real sunset over the countryside. (sigh) I love Wales...Oh, and I bought some Welsh cakes. Yum! They are shaped liked small pancakes and have what I think are raisins and dried currants. They are sweeter and drier than pancakes.
I am enjoying just driving through the countryside so much. I love seeing the green, the sky, and all of the sheep. And the cottages look so at home among the dips and rises of the Welsh countryside. The sunset is growing. I haven't seen such a beautiful sunset in a very long time. London becomes so dreary and tiresome with all of the people, smoke, cars, tubes, and gray skies...and buildings. I am trying to keep my spirit of adventure, but I didn't realize until this moment how much I needed a break, and how much I need the countryside, nature, and fresh air. Now, I am going to enjoy the remainder of this beautiful Welsh sunset and thank God for all of his wonderful creation.
Tonight we are staying in a seaside town called Swansea. Apparently it is the party town. Here is where people go for bachelor and bachelorette parties and dress up. We saw tons of people decked out in honestly very little clothing considering how cold it is. Girls were in halter dresses that were very, very short while guys were in t-shirts. We saw a group of girls all in little black dresses and pink fluffy scarves--bachelorette party. There were also a bunch of guys in rugby jerseys and kilts. Tonight was Scotland vs. Wales. Wales won but the Scots still went out to party.
2/14/10
Happy Valentine's Day! I think Wales is a wonderful place to celebrate Valentine's Day. We began this morning with a lovely never ending breakfast. I will not record all that I ate because it was far too much. Then it was on to Big Pit Mines. The drive there was beautiful. Wales doesn't really have mountains; they have hills and rolling countryside. I have a new appreciation for the term "rolling countryside." The museum was actually very interesting. We doned big hard hats, lamps, and a batter belt and descended to the depths of the coal mine to catch a glimpse of the life of a coal miner. THat must have been a difficult life. Up until the 1980s when Margaret Thatcher closed most of the mines, wales's economy was based on the coal industry. Entire comunities dissapeared when the mines were shut down. As sad as it is to contemplate how these miners' livelihood was destroyed, the conditions in the mines seem worse to me. The constant danger from methane, carbon monoxide, explosion, cave ins, and the black damp..and the tyranny of the mine owners who paid workers in tokens which could only be used in the mine store is horrible. Our guide, who was a minor himself from the age of 15, told us of five-year-old children that were once employed (without wages) to open and shut shaft doors often without candles. At ten they would begin shoveling coal still earning no money. I can't imagine any greed powerful enough to make a man subject mere children to conditions like that for 12 hours a day, six days a week. the horses used before machinery did not fare much better. The inhumanity is incomprehensible. It was neat to walk down the shafts and see remnants of days past and the lives invested into obtaining this strange black rock. Once we surfaced, we walked to the top of the museum and the view was amazing. The sun was shining down on Wales brighter than I have seen in the entire month I've been in Europe. our guide just told us that it has been raining nonstop in London. I am so glad that I am here in sunny Wales instead. do I have to go back?
For lunch Shiloh, Sally, Jo, Greg, and I picnicked by Britain's oldest medieval bridge with a still standing gatehouse in Manmouth. It was so picturesque with ducks and seagulls playing in the water right near the bridge. We sat on a few rocks and threw some of our leftover lunch for the ducks to enjoy. One in particular was exceedingly curious and seemed to know we were the source of food. he kept giving us longing sideways glances. I have fallen head over heels in love with wales! The warm sun has done wonders to warm my spirit. After lunch we drove through the Wye Valley on the way to Tintern Abbey. This was the countryside that inspired William Wordsworth's poetic writings. Oh, and there are some small mountains in Wales. They are just slightly larger than hills. Tintern Abbey was a surreal ruins of a large stone monastery. The superb masonry still visible whispers of what it once was. Tucked on the edge of the Wye Valley far from any metropolis, only a small town intrudes on the mystic and wonder this jagged shell inspires. Greg, Jo, and I went up a small path to another ruined church above the monastery. The view was breathtaking. The sun lit up a field in the distance so the emerald green grass seemed to glow. the monastery in the distance below seemed to belong to a different world, one that I have read of, heard tales of, but is beyond the Earth I know, unattainable like Narnia or Middle Earth. It exists only in one's imagination, stories of old, and Europe. We are back in England again, so no more signs are in Welsh. Welsh looked to me like a language of elves, musical and beautiful. There is something intrinsically magical about it.
2/19/10
Well, I am back in London and back to the old routine. Wednesday, I couldn't believe it, was sunny...very sunny. Monday, I didn't do anything exciting beyond making pizza again. Tuesday...hm, oh, now I remember--the London and the World Wars' test. Totally unfair test (I shall skip the portion where I bemoan my classes and incompetent professors). Last night CAPA had a Curry Night in Brick Lane. Free five course Indian/Bangladeshi meal! It was so good! We ate so much that Stephanie, Shiloh, Denise, and I all had to waddle back to the flat. I'm not sure what any of the appetizers were but they tasted good. I tried lamb. Um, not really a fan. It was rather tough, but the dish itself was good. It was a creamy and mild (coconut milk maybe?) with bananas and some fruit I think called lychees. Now, I am on my way to a stone cutter's to conduct an interview for my internship. I am a little nervous. I got here early in order to find the place. Now, I have about 15 minutes to kill so I am sitting drinking a cinnamon latte at Costa (think Starbucks but better). These coffees are going to be the thing that breaks my budget.
2/21/10
Oh Friday night, Friday night...I titled the Facebook album "Night at the Museum." OF course we were at the V&A (Victorian and Albert Museum). I am still convinced that the V&A is far superior to any other museum (still have to make it to the British Museum though). Well, we went there for a free concert. It ended up being 17th and 18th century lute music. There were a lute player and four vocalists--soprano, alto, tenor, bass. Except the alto was also male. I don't think the male voice is supposed to go up that high. As much as I was impressed (he was REALLY good), his vocal range made me wonder (as did the striped socks). I really enjoyed the performance though. They were all so talented. After the performance Shiloh, Stephanie, Betsy, Brittany, Emma and I decided to explore more of the museum. It was open later on Fridays. There is always so much to discover there. That night we discovered the theatre exhibit...oh, the theatre exhibit (I shall omit the description...just go look at the Facebook album).
Well, here I am at Met Tab waiting for Doctrine class. Brittany came with me this week. We ate lunch with Verity and her friends. It is so nice to have lunch with a church family. Adriana is from Brazil and has only been learning London for 11 months. I sometimes have difficulty understanding her, but she speaks very good English for 11 months. She says that her family is back in Brazil and it is lonely sometimes being in London alone, but now she has her church family. I think that is so true. I feel so much less lonely or homesick when I am surrounded by people who love God. The only thing I can attribute it to is our sisterhood and brotherhood in Christ. It is a special bond which can bring people together immediately. Oh, and next week, I am bringing dessert. I really want to contribute and give back since they have all been so friendly and inviting to me. (Let me see there is Verity and her husband, Lollie and her husband who are from South Africa, Faytima (sp?) from ??, Adriana from Brazil, and a few others).
2/26/10
Well, I never told you about Saturday. Saturday was a football match. Queens Park Rangers against...somebody. It was for our British Life and Culture class. I have to say, it was very entertaining. We won and there was a streaker in a red speedo...ok, so he wasn't a real streaker since he did have the speedo...kinda. He mooned everybody, but the crown jewels were safely covered. Fun times. The rest of this week was pretty noneventfull except for yesterday. Yesterday I explored around Covenant Gardens and discovered London's talented street performers. There were an opera singer, a straight-jacket act, a jigging fiddle group, and a guy balancing a ladder on his head. It was so much fun to just wander around the market window shopping and listening to the performers. I couldn't really afford anything but the free tea sample were delicious. I will have to invest in some tea to bring home. After that was the Alice in Wonderland premiere. my first and most likely premiere. I did get to see Anne Hathaway and Johnny Depp..well, his chin. It was crazy. I don't understand our fascination with celebrities. Still, it is kind of cool to say that I've seen at least part of Johnny Depp in person.
2/27/10
Ah, the sun is shining and am on my way to Oxford! So excited. Poor Maggie missed her train and had to pay more, but she is on the train with Betsy and I toward Oxford so all is well. (omitting unimportant ramblings)
On the road again, or at least the rails. I believe my day in Oxford was a success. We met up with Steph and Sally and explored the downtown. The architecture is beautiful. It seemed as though the city was the University, which it kinda was. It is then made of tons of colleges. I ended up buying an Oxford hat because I was freezing (my hair was braided--plus, I just really wanted it). Oh, and I found boots for 15 pounds!! I know, I shouldn't be shopping when I should be sightseeing, but really...15 pounds! Plus, we were trying to get out of the rain. It was strange how the day alternated between bright sunny, blue skies and rain...even hail once. So, we didn't end up doing the walking tour. Instead I bought a book of Authors and Literature in Oxford. Using it, we found the pub, the Eagle and Child, where J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis and the other Inklings used to meet. Apparently Tolkien read his first draft of the Hobbit to the Inklings in the back room of the pub. We wanted to eat dinner here, but by dinner time it was too crowded. Too bad, I would have loved to eat here these great literary minds brainstormed about Middle Earth and Narnia. Next on the list was some of Tolkien's colleges. I think we saw where he went to school and where he taught. And, we took a picture in front of where he lived three years. The other places he lived were a longer walk. We then went to Christ's Church and got to see some of where Harry Potter was shot. Haven't seen all of Harry Potter, just a few scenes on TV, but even I recognized the great hall, which is the dining hall both in real life and in the world of Hogwarts. To think, Oxford students eat there everyday. I can't imagine going to class surrounded by so much history! It would be a dream to be a student there. We also saw the quad and the cathedral. Inside and orchestra was having practice. I wanted to join the students so much!! I heard a flute solo and once again missed my flute. We also paid to tour the Bodleian Library. Every single copyrighted book in the UK is stored here! In the new building, there are ten stories at just books, a lot of the stories are underground. They even have to store some in a nearby town in an old salt mine and a few other places. No one checks books out, but Oxford students and other academics can read the books. You request what book you want and they have tons of workers that have to find it among the nine million or so. Oh, and they are trying to put all of the books on computer databases. I can't imagine! Well, the part we saw the old, pretty study room which was used for a scene in Harry Potter. We weren't allowed to bring cameras in, which was very disappointing. It was so pretty! After the library we discovered a wonderful bookstore. I had to restrain myself from buying books that I can neither afford nor have a way to bring back home to the U.S. Oh, and I found a Bear Grylls surviv0r book!! That was awesome. Well, like I said before, the Eagle and Child was too busy so we found another pub and I had my first fish and chips meal. Really, it was just fried fish and fries--nothing special. It tasted good though. I was hungry. Oh, and there were mushy peas. I felt very British. And that brings us to now--a slightly grungy train seated by a middle aged couple and their over energetic toddler who is now yelling and repeatedly hitting his father. What a joy! We should be back in London here shortly and non too soon. I am very tired. So much history wears me out.
Phew...that was a lot. Sorry for any typos or poor grammar. This is just stream of consciousness ramblings.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Veggiburgers and dreadlocks
I should have title this post steak and ale pie, but I would rather focus on the positive rather than the scary, deathlike negative. So here is the good part.
Yesterday I ventured to the experience that is Borough Market. Borough Market is an extravaganza of people, smells, sounds, and most of all...food. Every kind of food that you can imagine is there: fruits, vegetables, breads, pastries, pastas, teas, coffee, sugar, preserves, chocolate, even an entire stand of Turkish Delights, cheesecakes, breads, sausages, deli meats, fish, seafood, sushi, kangaroo burgers, oriental rices and couscous, and a vegetarian food stand. I am sure I am missing some. I was tempted by every passing smell and the delectable sight of all of the sweets. If money and appetite were no object (and all too often appetite with me is no object), I would have tried it all. Alas, I had to make my decision a frugal (and healthy) one.
In the middle of all of the chaos and busyness was this vegetarian stand run by what appeared to be three legit hippies and a shaggy-haired offspring munching on a veggiburger in the corner. Now, these were not the scary hippies that play fiddles in the woods in the middle of the night around a campfire after they have been berry picking all day (Scott and Jenny, you will understand this). Granted, the one cooking the veggiburgers did have dreadlocks and a frizzy beard down to his chest. But the burgers, pesto, humus, and everything else that they were making looked and smelled positively divine. I simply had to indulge. I am after-all here to immerse myself in the London culture.
I authoritatively declared this a mission of cultural education as I forked over five pounds (rather painfully) for my juicy, perfectly charred veggiburger smothered in humus and wrapped in spinach and a fresh grainery bun...Pure bliss...I really do get far too excited about food.
I understand now from a born and bred Londoner that the Borough Market is well known for its brownies. So, although I resisted the lure of the chocolate this time, I don't know if I will be able to say no to their world famous brownies on my next visit to Borough Market (oh yes, there will be a second trip).
And now that everyone is properly salivating at the thought of grilled veggie concoctions and chocolatey brownie bliss, I will now tell you why this blog should be titled "steak and ale pie, oh my."
I have had my first pub grub.
I have had my first steak and ale pie.
I have also now had my first case of food poisoning.
Wednesday evening after a full day at my internship and then class (which was a walking tour in central London--yes, that was class) I was to attend a showing of Marlowe's Dr. Faustus(another story all its own). I had anticipated the lack of time to run back to my flat to make dinner and had accordingly packed a PB and J sandwich, apple, and milk chocolate digestive biscuits (translation: cookies). However, my lunch had also been the aforementioned assortment of food and not very filling. And after walking all over central London, I knew the measly sandwich simply wasn't going to cut it.
So, alas, I joined my flatmates on a search for some cheap pub grub, which we found at The Goose. I absolutely love the names of pubs here. Where else in the world is a drinking establishment endearingly called The Goose, The Black Friar, Devonshire Arms, the Goat, or Fox Tavern? Half of London's history is recorded in the names of its pubs and taverns. If you want to know who frequented the place, just look at its name. Their occupation is often incorporated into the name. They are British fraternities and brotherhoods and serve as a place of camaraderie, gossip, and brotherly bonds. Going to a pub is a part of a student of culture's basic education.
However, I feel that my three pound steak and ale pie may not have been the best example of pub hospitality. Not only was the globs of pure fat intermixed in my gravy rather repulsive, I had been previously surviving on pasta, beans (protein), and pb and j. Not a smart choice on my part. However, it was not until later that night that I was to discover all the hidden joys in this gravy and meat pie.
In hindsight, maybe I should have had the fish and chips.
Note: I am currently completely recovered from the food poisoning and was mostly recovered when I went to the market yesterday (however, notice--I did NOT eat any meat at the market).
Yesterday I ventured to the experience that is Borough Market. Borough Market is an extravaganza of people, smells, sounds, and most of all...food. Every kind of food that you can imagine is there: fruits, vegetables, breads, pastries, pastas, teas, coffee, sugar, preserves, chocolate, even an entire stand of Turkish Delights, cheesecakes, breads, sausages, deli meats, fish, seafood, sushi, kangaroo burgers, oriental rices and couscous, and a vegetarian food stand. I am sure I am missing some. I was tempted by every passing smell and the delectable sight of all of the sweets. If money and appetite were no object (and all too often appetite with me is no object), I would have tried it all. Alas, I had to make my decision a frugal (and healthy) one.
In the middle of all of the chaos and busyness was this vegetarian stand run by what appeared to be three legit hippies and a shaggy-haired offspring munching on a veggiburger in the corner. Now, these were not the scary hippies that play fiddles in the woods in the middle of the night around a campfire after they have been berry picking all day (Scott and Jenny, you will understand this). Granted, the one cooking the veggiburgers did have dreadlocks and a frizzy beard down to his chest. But the burgers, pesto, humus, and everything else that they were making looked and smelled positively divine. I simply had to indulge. I am after-all here to immerse myself in the London culture.
I authoritatively declared this a mission of cultural education as I forked over five pounds (rather painfully) for my juicy, perfectly charred veggiburger smothered in humus and wrapped in spinach and a fresh grainery bun...Pure bliss...I really do get far too excited about food.
I understand now from a born and bred Londoner that the Borough Market is well known for its brownies. So, although I resisted the lure of the chocolate this time, I don't know if I will be able to say no to their world famous brownies on my next visit to Borough Market (oh yes, there will be a second trip).
And now that everyone is properly salivating at the thought of grilled veggie concoctions and chocolatey brownie bliss, I will now tell you why this blog should be titled "steak and ale pie, oh my."
I have had my first pub grub.
I have had my first steak and ale pie.
I have also now had my first case of food poisoning.
Wednesday evening after a full day at my internship and then class (which was a walking tour in central London--yes, that was class) I was to attend a showing of Marlowe's Dr. Faustus(another story all its own). I had anticipated the lack of time to run back to my flat to make dinner and had accordingly packed a PB and J sandwich, apple, and milk chocolate digestive biscuits (translation: cookies). However, my lunch had also been the aforementioned assortment of food and not very filling. And after walking all over central London, I knew the measly sandwich simply wasn't going to cut it.
So, alas, I joined my flatmates on a search for some cheap pub grub, which we found at The Goose. I absolutely love the names of pubs here. Where else in the world is a drinking establishment endearingly called The Goose, The Black Friar, Devonshire Arms, the Goat, or Fox Tavern? Half of London's history is recorded in the names of its pubs and taverns. If you want to know who frequented the place, just look at its name. Their occupation is often incorporated into the name. They are British fraternities and brotherhoods and serve as a place of camaraderie, gossip, and brotherly bonds. Going to a pub is a part of a student of culture's basic education.
However, I feel that my three pound steak and ale pie may not have been the best example of pub hospitality. Not only was the globs of pure fat intermixed in my gravy rather repulsive, I had been previously surviving on pasta, beans (protein), and pb and j. Not a smart choice on my part. However, it was not until later that night that I was to discover all the hidden joys in this gravy and meat pie.
In hindsight, maybe I should have had the fish and chips.
Note: I am currently completely recovered from the food poisoning and was mostly recovered when I went to the market yesterday (however, notice--I did NOT eat any meat at the market).
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Steeples
Ok, so quick update on what I've done so far...
The Natural History Museum
The Virginia and Albert Museum
The Tate Modern
Big Ben
Tower Bridge
Hyde Park
The Millennium Bridge
Buckingham Palace
St. James Park
Trafalgar Square
Leicester Square
Royal Albert Hall
Imperial College
Sloane Square
King's Road
Parliament
Piccadilly Circus
Admiralty Arch
10 Downing Street (home of the Prime Minister)
Prince William's home
Harrods
Brick Lane Market
Church of St. Mary the Immaculate
Stonehenge
Bath
the Abbey
the Roman Baths
the Royal Crescent
the Jane Austen Center
Starbucks
and I've merely scratched the surface of everything London and the UK has to offer. Everyday I am overwhelmed by everything this town has to offer. And some of the most beautiful things are London's cathedrals and churches. Almost every block has another steeple guiding mortal eyes upward to consider the immortal. Each is an architecture masterpiece (well, to my untrained eye they are). The insides are even more ornate and elaborate. It makes me think about all of the money, time, and effort needed to create a beautiful place for church members to worship the creator of beauty. Today, though, I became overwhelmed by something missing from these churches. People. The large cathedrals are filled..but with tourists more interested in the statuesque ceiling than the act of worship. The smaller less extravagant churches are eerily empty. I have heard all my life that Europe is post-Christian, but it wasn't until today that I fully understood that phrase. I went to Bethesda Baptist Church, a congregation of 60. This is considered large for Britain. Most churches have a congregation of maybe 20 faithful. According to the pastor, churches are closing everyday while Muslim mosques are springing up all over. As I sat against my hard wooden bench, it wasn't a clipped British accent that delivered the sermon, but a distinctly American voice. As I looked around the congregation, Philippine faces looked back. Where were the Brits? At the reception following the service, I was served hot British tea and pastries and greeted far more warmly than anywhere I have been to in London. And yet, not a single British accent welcomed me to church or asked my name. It appeared that the only Christians left are those that have brought the faith with them when they immigrated here. Why is it that a nation with such a deep and rich Christian past has turned its back on Christ? When did the cathedrals become crypts of a spiritual past?
This afternoon I also attended a service at Westminster Abbey. After I was no longer dumbfounded by the intricate, ornate, and magnanimous cathedral I began to daydream of what a place like this once was. The tourists are gone and with them the gates, barriers, and guides. Left is the cathedral and its leaders. The congregation is larger, less enthralled by the stately place of worship. This is a place where the people of London go, not to see its beauty, but to worship Christ. Maybe the past is a bit more idealized in my mind's eye, but that is what I thought about. It also made me contemplate my own country's precarious future. Will we follow our European cousin's footsteps?
Next week I hope to check out Charles Spurgeon’s church. Supposedly this is a larger church, so we’ll see.
The Natural History Museum
The Virginia and Albert Museum
The Tate Modern
Big Ben
Tower Bridge
Hyde Park
The Millennium Bridge
Buckingham Palace
St. James Park
Trafalgar Square
Leicester Square
Royal Albert Hall
Imperial College
Sloane Square
King's Road
Parliament
Piccadilly Circus
Admiralty Arch
10 Downing Street (home of the Prime Minister)
Prince William's home
Harrods
Brick Lane Market
Church of St. Mary the Immaculate
Stonehenge
Bath
the Abbey
the Roman Baths
the Royal Crescent
the Jane Austen Center
Starbucks
and I've merely scratched the surface of everything London and the UK has to offer. Everyday I am overwhelmed by everything this town has to offer. And some of the most beautiful things are London's cathedrals and churches. Almost every block has another steeple guiding mortal eyes upward to consider the immortal. Each is an architecture masterpiece (well, to my untrained eye they are). The insides are even more ornate and elaborate. It makes me think about all of the money, time, and effort needed to create a beautiful place for church members to worship the creator of beauty. Today, though, I became overwhelmed by something missing from these churches. People. The large cathedrals are filled..but with tourists more interested in the statuesque ceiling than the act of worship. The smaller less extravagant churches are eerily empty. I have heard all my life that Europe is post-Christian, but it wasn't until today that I fully understood that phrase. I went to Bethesda Baptist Church, a congregation of 60. This is considered large for Britain. Most churches have a congregation of maybe 20 faithful. According to the pastor, churches are closing everyday while Muslim mosques are springing up all over. As I sat against my hard wooden bench, it wasn't a clipped British accent that delivered the sermon, but a distinctly American voice. As I looked around the congregation, Philippine faces looked back. Where were the Brits? At the reception following the service, I was served hot British tea and pastries and greeted far more warmly than anywhere I have been to in London. And yet, not a single British accent welcomed me to church or asked my name. It appeared that the only Christians left are those that have brought the faith with them when they immigrated here. Why is it that a nation with such a deep and rich Christian past has turned its back on Christ? When did the cathedrals become crypts of a spiritual past?
This afternoon I also attended a service at Westminster Abbey. After I was no longer dumbfounded by the intricate, ornate, and magnanimous cathedral I began to daydream of what a place like this once was. The tourists are gone and with them the gates, barriers, and guides. Left is the cathedral and its leaders. The congregation is larger, less enthralled by the stately place of worship. This is a place where the people of London go, not to see its beauty, but to worship Christ. Maybe the past is a bit more idealized in my mind's eye, but that is what I thought about. It also made me contemplate my own country's precarious future. Will we follow our European cousin's footsteps?
Next week I hope to check out Charles Spurgeon’s church. Supposedly this is a larger church, so we’ll see.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
No Mac
As it turns out, my electrical converter/adapter/whateritis doesn't work for my laptop computer. Printed in large capital block letters are the words NOT TO BE USED FOR LAPTOPS, or something to the same effect. Immediately I picture collumns of of smoke billowing out the sides of my Mac...not good. So, as of now, I am effectively computerless when I am not at CAPA (where I am right now). Thus, this update will be rather brief and to the point, as well those that follow until my new power charger (British power charger) comes in, which I hope is soon. So far I have explored some of London's museum--the Victoria and Albert Museum and the Natural History Museum--and have explored some its other sites such as Piccadilly Circus and Harrods. Everyday is a bit overwhelming with everything to see and do and only a few short hours of daylight (it gets dark at 4:30).
Today was my interview for my internship with the trade magazine, Retail Jeweller. It wasn't really an interview since I already have the job (nonpaying, that is), so it is much more informal than I was expecting. The office is quite impressive. I am greeted at the door by two very large and very impossing black cats. The large building is a wonderful example of art decco, and the inside is very modern and professional. There are many different magazines all located in the Greater London House. I have no idea what to expect, so I will keep you posted as I stumble my way along this new experience (I know NOTHING about jewellry).
Today was my interview for my internship with the trade magazine, Retail Jeweller. It wasn't really an interview since I already have the job (nonpaying, that is), so it is much more informal than I was expecting. The office is quite impressive. I am greeted at the door by two very large and very impossing black cats. The large building is a wonderful example of art decco, and the inside is very modern and professional. There are many different magazines all located in the Greater London House. I have no idea what to expect, so I will keep you posted as I stumble my way along this new experience (I know NOTHING about jewellry).
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Culture shock, jet lag, and information overload!!!
First full day of London--phew!! It has been exhausting. I guess it didn't help that two o clock this morning I woke up--wide awake. Apparently, my body thought it was seven in the morning and time to wake up. Um, no. And as lovely as the flats are, our shower is an adventure all its own. When the water heater kicks on, it is as though a three-year-old is playing drummer with pots and pans. The three-year-old has surprisingly good tempo, though I have yet to discover what song he is playing. It doesn't help my over active imagination that the drumming originates in a closet that has been firmly locked though no lock is evident...hmm.
Anyways, today was orientation--information overload!! It was over two hours of information and I actually stayed awake because I needed to know ALL of it. The internship orientation was next and more of the same (but new info). Apparently, my internship will be with Retail Jewellers. It is a upscale trade magazine located near the London Zoo. Fun! My roommates and I are planning to go on an internship site scavenger hunt this weekend and see the sights along the way. I think this a good way to discover London. For example, Stephanie (roommate) and I found the Museum of Natural History by just wandering, and it is in a BEAUTIFUL building. Definitely on the list of things to do. I really need to upload some pictures soon.
Oh, and I have conquered the Underground. I am by no means an expert yet, but I did get where I needed to and I am here safely in my flat again. I think that is mission accomplished. One of the stations in particular reminded me of the opening scene of Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian (probably, because it is set as they are waiting for a tube or train in London).
We had tea this evening in a very posh hotel as a proper welcome to the land of Brits. Mmm, a proper cup of tea is delicious! I think I could get used to living in this town if only I could afford it. Everything is so expensive, but I am doing well so far to live frugally. We'll see how long that lasts...oh, the three-year-old just started its cadence again. Someone must be in the shower.
Pictures will come soon, promise.
Anyways, today was orientation--information overload!! It was over two hours of information and I actually stayed awake because I needed to know ALL of it. The internship orientation was next and more of the same (but new info). Apparently, my internship will be with Retail Jewellers. It is a upscale trade magazine located near the London Zoo. Fun! My roommates and I are planning to go on an internship site scavenger hunt this weekend and see the sights along the way. I think this a good way to discover London. For example, Stephanie (roommate) and I found the Museum of Natural History by just wandering, and it is in a BEAUTIFUL building. Definitely on the list of things to do. I really need to upload some pictures soon.
Oh, and I have conquered the Underground. I am by no means an expert yet, but I did get where I needed to and I am here safely in my flat again. I think that is mission accomplished. One of the stations in particular reminded me of the opening scene of Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian (probably, because it is set as they are waiting for a tube or train in London).
We had tea this evening in a very posh hotel as a proper welcome to the land of Brits. Mmm, a proper cup of tea is delicious! I think I could get used to living in this town if only I could afford it. Everything is so expensive, but I am doing well so far to live frugally. We'll see how long that lasts...oh, the three-year-old just started its cadence again. Someone must be in the shower.
Pictures will come soon, promise.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
LONDON!!!
Well, I am here. A bit dizzy from lack of sleep, but bursting with excitement and the faint effects of adrenaline. I am living in a flat in the borough of Belgravia. Sounds posh, doesn't it? Actually, the flat is quite nice. Very modern looking inside with glass and aluminum furniture pieces. The whole place is very bright with a view of a very British looking street. There will be pictures to come I promise. Right now, I am too excited to write much. Oh, and on a final note, there is a Starbucks within walking distance. I can live here.
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