Since we’ve been here, I don’t think that many of us, if any, and definitely not myself, have experienced any sense of “culture shock”.  This past weekend however, seven of us went to Paris and Versailles in France and definitely experienced culture shock at its finest.  This weekend was the first time that any of us had gone to a country that did not have English as its primary language.  We actually decided to go to the place where many people refused to speak English and had a group making sure people did not speak it, making it much more difficult to navigate around the city.

Something we have been very good at taking advantage of are the free tours that are offered in many countries.  We did one in Edinburgh, Dublin and now Paris as well.  These tours give a great layout of the city, touching on many of the main places, allowing us to be able to later navigate ourselves around.  Our tour guide also gave us a lot of helpful hints like which museums would be free to us and where are good photo taking opportunities.  He also knew a lot of random facts about the city that were very interesting to know.  Such as if there is a statue of someone on a horse and the horses’ front left hoof is up and back right hoof is up it means that the person riding the horse died of unnatural causes.  Whereas if both of the front hooves are raised it means the person died heroically in battle.

On the tour we started at St. Michael’s Cathedral, went past Notre Dame to The Louvre where we saw the “invisible” pyramids and the very UNimpressive Mona Lisa, then the hugely symmetrical garden outside the Louvre, the Arc de Triomphe which is at the end of the most famous street in Paris, the Champs Elysees, and surrounded by the most dangerous round-a-bout, and of course, The Eiffel Tower.  We learned more fun facts along the way, such as the faces carved in The Pont Neuf bridge is from a very drunken night King Louis XIV had with his closest friends.  He had an artist draw all of the faces of his friends towards the end of the night and when he saw them the next morning, he thought it would be a fun idea to have all of the faces carved along the bridge forever.  Many of the faces are quite a sight to see and are very hilarious.  Our tour guide referred to them as the first Facebook tagged pictures.

Since we did the tour on Friday, we were able to get ourselves orientated with the town from the beginning.  After seeing the Arc de Triomphe, we took a rickshaw to the Eiffel Tower, going around the crazy dangerous round-a-bout along the way that has a car crash once every seventeen minutes.  Once at the Eiffel Tower, it was a sight to see.  We went up to the top the next night and, of course, it was snowing.  As cold as it was, it was awesome to see and be at the very top of the tower, 281m in the air.  Though we couldn’t see too far in the distance because of the whiteness, it was still definitely worth it.

On Saturday morning, we did a tour of Versailles. Since it was so cold, we toured the palace instead of the gardens but afterwards went and ventured through the gardens.  They were quite beautiful there and the whole estate is incredibly huge.  I can only imagine how breathtaking it would be to see in the summer when all of the fountains were flowing and gardens were blooming.  Next time I head to Paris, it will have to be in the summer.  The trip was still great though because we were able to see everything and learn about all of the King Louis’ and their history as well as the history of the palace and its expansion throughout the years of the kings.

Norte Dame is another place that I would highly recommend to anyone to go and visit.  We saw it many times on our way to and from our hostel, but on Sunday morning we went to a mass at Notre Dame and saw the beautiful stain glass windows all around.  The mass was in French so we couldn’t understand too much of the homily but since it was a Catholic mass, I could follow most of what was happening.

The language barrier was very difficult at times, though having a bigger group of us did help because we could try to decipher what was written or being said.  One of the hardest parts of the language barrier for me, personally, was when it came to ordering food.  Most of the places had menus only in French, and the French did not like it when Americans wanted them to translate things for them, so trying to figure out what to eat was a bit of a project at times.  A lot of places that were more fast food like did have pictures up in the windows which allowed us to at least see what we would be getting and try to figure out what might be on it.  At one cafe we stopped at for lunch after our tour, Zach was trying to ask for the check and instead ordered a 8.50 euro dessert.  That just goes to show how difficult the language barrier can be.  One of the most successful places we found to eat was at a little crepes shop just down the road from our hostel.  Crepes in France are significantly better than anywhere else in the world.  There are all kinds, from sweet Nutella crepes to savory egg, bacon and cheese creeps, as well as crepes with lettuce, tomatoes, eggplant, onions and other toppings we still couldn’t exactly translate.  But everyone was delicious.  Nothing else can compare.

While in Paris, we really did not interact much with the French.  At one point when we needed to ask where a street was located, we spelled it out on a phone, knowing we could never pronounce it correctly, and showed it to a bartender.  He pointed in one direction and then a man sitting at the bar told us the bartender was lying and pointed in the opposite direction.  I suppose we couldn’t be too upset though because I know plenty of people back home who like to mess with those who are lost.  We did finally find our way, but being lost in Paris at night in the cold is never really all that fun.

There was one other instance in which the language barrier really threw us for a loop.  We were on a bus heading from the Eiffel Tower to The Louvre when all of the sudden, the bus driver stopped and announced something to everyone in French.  At that stop, half of the people got off the bus and the other half stayed on.  We exchanged confused looks with each other but had no clue what to do.  I went up to a woman who seemed to be translating for another woman and the bus driver.  After a quick word with the woman, we learned that there was a street that was closed, so the bus would not be making all of the necessary stops, meaning we needed to get off as quickly as possible because we were now going in the wrong direction.  From the stop we hopped off at, we used the maps on the bus stops to figure out where which way we needed to walk.  We would stop at each bus stop, checking to make sure that we were going the right way. Once we hit the river, we were golden.  Anytime you are lost in Paris, just make sure to make it to the river because from there you can find anything.

This weekend was such a blast and better than I ever expected it to be.  I was never really all that excited to go to Paris.  I knew they hated Americans and never really saw the thrill in the Eiffel Tower.  However, after this past weekend, I can honestly say I have fallen in love with the city.  It was so amazing, and though I am glad to be back where English is spoken, I will miss it and do want to go back again one day.

Living in the Ctre, we are on our own for all of our meals except for our Wednesday night common meal.  Eating peanut butter and Nutella is delicious, but does get old pretty quickly, especially when that’s our go to food for weekend trips. So lately, I have been experimenting with new recipes to try out.

This weekend we did a few day trips around England, but we mostly stayed in Cambridge, so it was a great weekend to try out some new ideas.  On Sunday I decided to season and bake a chicken breast, season some mushrooms, and when the chicken was done, cover it in mushrooms and shredded cheese, and put it back in the oven, just long enough to melt the cheese.  Meanwhile, I also made fettuccini noodles and put them in a pan with oil, garlic, mushrooms, cheddar and parmesan cheeses.  Once everything was completed, I took a bite into a meal that made me more proud of myself than I have ever been.

Being on your own really forces you to learn how to fend for yourself.  You have to go shopping to get the ingredients you need and make sure you always have food, but keeping in mind that unlike back home, food goes bad much more quickly here.  They do not use as many preservatives in their foods like we do so we end up going grocery shopping more or less every week.

Luckily for us, we have a variety of places we can shop at.  We can go to Aldi, Tesco which is the equivalent to Walmart at home, Sansbury which is like any other grocery store, and the market.  The market has all kinds of different fruits, vegetables and breads.  Another great meal that I have discovered and am in love with is getting ciabatta bread from the market, then putting fresh mozzarella cheese, pesto, tomatoes and avocados.  It is an amazingly delicious sandwich that is pretty healthy as well.

Its fun to learn to make new recipes from online and from other people in the house.  Though we all came from Valpo, we all have different techniques and ways we learned to cook certain foods, and some of us, didn’t even know how to cook at all before we came, so being here and having to was really a huge change.  Of course a few of us knew that Mac n’ Cheese wasn’t available and brought it with us for an quick and easy dinner, a couple boxes and Kraft doesn’t last long.  Living in the Centre has been a great transition to get me ready to live on my own next year and now I have a new great new recipes to bring back to the States with me in three months.

So as I’ve probably mentioned before, every Wednesday night two people from the group make an appetizer, main entree, side, dessert and drink for everyone with the budget of £70.  This week, it was my turn with Caiti.  On Monday, instead of cleaning the house, we went to Tesco to buy the ingredients we would need to cook with on Wednesday.  We decided to mix things up a bit and made our common meal have a murder mystery theme to it.  So we went online and bought a 1920’s gangster themed murder mystery.  We started an hour earlier than we usually do because we were not sure how long it would last (common meal normally starts at 6:30 with appetizers, dinner at 7 and we are cleaning up by 7:30-7:45).

We gave everyone their characters and their character’s information by Saturday night so they would have enough time to go and get a proper outfit for the evening.  My character was Lucy Legiano, wife of the New York mob boss, Charlie Legiano, and a New York mobster myself.  Over the weekend, I went to a thrift store and bought a blazer for only £10 and then headed to the market to buy a fedora.  Some characters were in other mobs such as Atlantic City and Chicago’s and some of the girls were flappers.  Because there is only one guy in our group, a few people had to be men, but it seemed to work out very well.

We decided to make bread with oil and parmesan for an appetizer, homemade Confetti Mac n’ Cheese with carrots, peas and chicken for the main meal with salad, and a chocolate éclair cake for dessert, with gin and tonic or gin and juice for drinks (very 1920’s).  We started cooking around 4 and were just finished with everything in time by 5:30.  We made two and a half bags of shells, cut up four full carrots, a bag of peas, six chicken breasts, three bags of salad, and six long rolls of bread for the appetizer as well as a lot of cheese and it made for more than enough food plus leftovers.

As we entered the main common room at 5:30, everyone was dressed in 1920’s attire.  It was exciting to see everyone get their characters and really be into the game.  We had a total of three rounds throughout the evening. The first round was during appetizers.  We each received a clue that gave us information to share with the group as well as information to keep to ourselves to know.  After the second round (after dinner), Zach’s character was shot and killed and it was up to everyone to tell their alibis and figure out for themselves who they believed killed him.  He was able to participate throughout the rest of the game, though he could no longer talk, he was a ghost.  Throughout each of the rounds certain people would go out of the room with another and tell them a private piece of information that no one else would know.  This caused great curiosity throughout the group and by the end, everyone had different thoughts and opinions about who killed him due to what they knew.

In the end, we did finally find out who the killer was and told each other all of the secrets we had learned that others were dying to know about.  It turned out to be a lot of fun and a great night.  The food turned out to be delicious as well, which was very exciting.  Common meal is always one of the best nights of the week because depending on how much people have spent the previous weekend, they might not have that much food lying around the house, so common meal might be the only real main meal for the week.  The leftovers are always a great thing to have to snack on as well throughout the remainder of the week.

During a typical week in the life of a student studying abroad in Cambridge, my week always starts on a Monday. Granted, my schedule is a bit different from the rest of the students in the house due to the fact that I am neither taking Art nor Global Health meaning I do not actually have any classes on Mondays or Wednesdays. However, every Monday we have to clean the house. Each week we are assigned a different room in the house to clean, or are assigned to make common meal, which means we do not clean that week but go shopping with Nola at Tesco instead. Common meal is a group meal that two people will make each for the entire group. It consists of an appetizer, drink, main meal and a vegetable as well as dessert. So far people have made enchiladas, chicken pot pie stew over biscuits, spaghetti and meatballs, breakfast for dinner and sloppy joes. Common meal is a great time that brings everyone together and allows us as students to have a nice meal at least once a week.

Mondays are usually a good day to recover from a weekend of traveling or do any last minute homework or reading that may have been forgotten while gone all weekend. For food, we are on our own to cook and wash any dishes we make. Tuesdays start off with Theology at 9 in the morning, followed by History. Unlike what many people are used to when they have class, we have class on the top floor of our house and our professors come to us. We also rarely have homework in these classes but will have a paper or exam at midterm and final times. They are all British professors from different universities in town. At 11:45am, History ends and Professor Murphy will drive Rachel and myself across town to Anglia Ruskin University so we will make our 12pm Contemporary Fiction class.

Class at Anglia is much different from class in the house. Where our History and Theology class are both lecture based, Contemporary Fiction is a discussion based class. CF also allows us to interact with British students and hear their thoughts and opinions during discussions which often are different from our own. We do have homework for CF, however. Each week, we are responsible for reading a novel as well as secondary readings, such as different articles that relate to the novel or ideas of the novel. The novels that we have read thus far have been quite different from any book I would have chosen myself, but have brought about very interesting and rewarding conversation and caused me to think about things differently than I would have otherwise.

As of last week, we found a great church with an awesome worship service and bible study that is held at night on Tuesday. If any night, Tuesday nights are usually the nights that we will go out to the pubs or clubs if we choose to. I personally, don’t have any classes or anything I will need to be up for on Wednesday until our house meeting that is usually a noon, so it works out nicely. Though, most nights we stay in we stay up until the wee hours of the morning bonding anyways.

Wednesdays we are really able to do whatever we like after our group meeting is over with. It’s a good day to make sure to get out of the house and go down to the market in town and go shopping. Common meal starts with appetizers at 6:30pm and usually goes until 7:30-8pm depending on how long we converse and eat. After, we usually change into comfier clothes and hang out, watch a movie, or play games. Another popular activity is to plan trips for weekends to come. It may sound easy and fun, but can get very stressful. Looking up flights, hostels and calling to book train reservations can become very overwhelming at times.

Thursday after morning classes are weekend begins. Promptly after classes, we are usually packed and ready to hop on a train and travel to different towns or countries depending on the week. We’ve taken the train to Manchester or Edinburgh, or to London to head to the airport and fly to Dublin or Paris. Each weekend we usually find somewhere new to explore. We will usually always return on Sundays, depending where we are going to. The weekends are the best, exploring new countries and cultures. Seeing places that you usually only see in photos on Google. Next weekend we are heading to Paris and I’m sure seeing the Eiffel Tower will be a completely unreal experience as well.

London is so magnificent, you can’t go just once.  So last weekend (Jan 31-Feb 2) a few of us ventured down to London once more with the plan of seeing the Harry Potter Studio Tour, going on the London Eye and seeing Shakespeare’s Globe in mind.  Thursday we headed off into London and hung out a bit, got settled into our hostel and wandered around, seeing the wonderful nightlife sights.  Friday was our day in Hogwarts.  Now, writing about that day alone would be like a five page essay.  It was so unbelievably amazing that anyone who is a Harry Potter fan should make their way to London and to the tour one day in their life.

The moment you enter in, you are walking into the Great Hall at Hogwarts.  The tables, chairs, outfits, as well as the head table are all there for you to see.  From there on, you walk through the two huge stage buildings that hold all of the sets, props and outfits from all of the different movies.  Dumbledore’s office, the Gryffindor common room, Harry and Ron’s room, and even Hagrid’s Hut.  You can even learn all about how quidditch was filmed and the magic behind may of the props.  Surprisingly enough, some of the props really are magical, such as the sewing needles at the Wesley’s and their iron.  From the main stage, you walk outside where you can try some delicious butterbeer, something I would highly recommend, see the famous purple night bus from the third movie, see Privet Drive and the Hogwarts bridge that is featured in many of the movies but never actually mentioned in the books.

Forging on to the second stage is where the magic of the creatures is unveiled.  Masks of the goblins fill the shelves and, of course, Aragog from Chamber of Secrets is featured high above.  Seeing all of the different characters and how they come to life is such an amazing experience.  Diagon Alley is also in the second stage and walking down it really makes you feel as if you truly are in a magical world.  After going on the Harry Potter tour in London that shows you where different scenes had taken place and seeing Diagon Alley there, it was truly miraculous to see the real deal.  From Ollivander’s Wand shop to the Wesley’s Wizard Wheezes shop, they are all there.

My favorite room, by far, one that in itself makes going on the tour worth it, is the very last room.  In this room is where the real Hogwarts Castle is unveiled.  Hand created with every brick hand painted and even with lights wired through, is the actual castle used when filming the panning opening shots of the Hogwarts Castle.  It is real and it is there and it is an absolutely breathtaking event to see it.

The Harry Potter Studio Tour is definitely one of the highlights of London, but that was not the only place we visited on our journey.  Luckily, London is one of the easiest places you will be able to learn to get around in your life and there is always something to do!  My personal favorite place in London is Piccadilly Circus.  There is always something to do or see in Piccadilly Circus.  Need something to do on a Friday night?  We did, so where did we go, where else but Piccadilly Circus.  Here we were able to watch street performers of all kinds and pick up a comedy show for only £8.

Another place I would highly recommend going though on a Saturday morning would be Portobello Market.  Here are miles of stalls (as well as an all antique underground market with more than 40 stalls) where you can buy all different kinds of amazing antiques, fresh fruits and vegetables, clothes, fun little nick-nacks, signs, paintings, portraits and second use clothing, vintage style.  For us, the market was much too long to walk while we were there, but it was such an awesome place to experience.  There were so many people there from so many different places around the world as well.  I would love to go back one day and venture a bit farther through it now that I know what all there is.

From Portobello Market, we made our way to witness the amazing sights of The London Eye.  It may be a bit pricy at about £19 but it is worth every second of it.  You are able to go around for a half an hour and see everything from up in The Eye.  Big Ben and Parliament are so breathtaking from up high, when the entirety of it can be seen.  When we were there, we were lucky enough to have a sunny, mostly clear day.

After The Eye, we walked along the river, something else I highly promote doing due to all of the street performers.   Walking along you will come across tens of twenties of street performers from a guy playing a tuba that spit out fire, a man sitting on thin air, and Darth Vader talking to Captain Jack Sparrow.  Once you hit Millennium Bridge, The Globe is right there.  Going through The Globe you learn a lot about Shakespeare’s history and the history of The Globe itself and why it was constructed the way it was.  For those Shakespearian lovers, it would be worth your time to tour The Globe and the museum.

The Millennium Bridge, created for obvious reasons for its name, was first built very unstable and would sway with the wind.  Several people were actually killed when thrown into the water from the bridge, so the bridge was reconstructed and reopened and is now safe to walk across.  From the middle of the bridge, Tower Bridge can be seen, and straight ahead is St. Paul’s Cathedral.

My final suggestion, one that I am so happy I accidentally came across, was walking along the river at night.  From the opposite side of the river from The London Eye you can see it light up beautifully blue as well as see Big Ben and Parliament lit.  Pictures here are priceless.  Seeing London at night gives a totally different effect than during the day.  London is an amazing city with so many things to offer and so many sights to see.

While in Edinburgh, Scotland a couple of weekends ago, we learned about The Greyfriars Cemetery on a three hour tour.  Inside Greyfriars Cemetery is a prison now referred to as Covenanters Prison where about 1200 prisoners were kept and 1000 were killed within five months in 1679 by a man called Sir George Mackenzie.  At this time, anyone who was Presbyterian and refused to change their religion by the wish of the king was sentenced to the prison that was run my Mackenzie.

This was not your typical prison you may think of today.  It is outside, and each cell is made of brick and without a ceiling, leaving inmates completely open and unprotected from the outside elements.  Mackenzie was especially brutal to inmates.  There was a rule that after a certain time at night, no one was allowed to move, and if they did not follow this rule, the inmate next to them would be killed, leaving their cell mates blood on their hands.  Mackenzie was known for his pure brutality and has since been nicknamed “Bloody Mackenzie”.  When he finally died, he was buried in Greyfriars Cemetery after having so many deaths on his hands, it has been thought that his soul could not rest.

There have been many mysterious acts that have been recorded surrounding Covenanters Prison.  Many people have found bruises and cuts, been put into a coma, and even completely lost their mind, after visiting the prison in more recently years.  It has been thought that Mackenzie is still haunting his mausoleum and causing all of these mysterious injuries making Greyfriars Cemetery one of the most haunted places on the earth.

I am one of those people who are greatly interested in supposed hauntings and finding out if they are real or not.  For obvious reasons, the cemetery is under lock and chain, not allowing people to wander in and out as they please.   There are, however, tours that run and bring groups into the cemetery.  Those going on the tour do have to note and I believe sign a waiver saying they will not hold the company responsible if anything may happen to their physical or mental health during or after the tour.

I really wish that I had known about the tour before I left Edinburgh because I most definitely would have gone.  Because of this new found information, I am determined to return to Edinburgh one day (hopefully soon) and go on the tour to find out for myself if it really is haunted.

Right in the City Centre of Cambridge is a market that is put on every day, though some vendors do not come if it’s too cold or rainy outside.  You can find anything you might possibly need in the market.  There are stands filled with fresh fruits and vegetables, stands with candy and stands with t-shirts and sweatshirts, even onesies for babies.  One of my personal favorite stands is the stand with all of the fresh bread.  Here they sell homemade fresh focaccia bread, cinnamon rolls, croissants, crescent rolls, and many different types of large loaves.  Right next door is a stand filled with more types of fresh olives than I ever thought existed.  My father would be in heaven there.

Another great stand as you weave through the aisles is where juice is freshly squeezed.  Here you can buy freshly squeezed orange or apple juice by the glass.  You can even pick up a smoothie.  Though the prices are a bit more here, it is for obvious reasons and every now and then you have to splurge to try something amazing and fresh.

If, while shopping away, you find yourself hungry, there is a trailer in the market to clench that hunger.  Or, if you want to walk about a block down the road, there is an amazing crepes cart that is my personal favorite place in all of Cambridge.  Our group may or may not already be loyalty members.  (We might have gone 5 times within two weeks, but who’s counting) With hundreds of options for what kind of crepe you want, at the low cost of between £2.70-4, you can have yourself a great lunch with some great company.  The crepes guy may be the nicest and friendliest person in all of Cambridge (who also may already know us by name).

There are so many different opportunities in Cambridge right outside our door that we never would be able to experience back in Valpo.  Though we do all love Valpo, this experience is one of the most amazing in our lives.  And the crepes and market just make it that much better!

This weekend was the first time that our group really split up and did their own thing.  Caiti and I decided that we were going to Dublin with her sister, Erin, since she was flying to visit.  We should have known the second that Caiti’s mom called saying Erin’s flight had been delayed that this trip was not going to go according to plan.  Our flight was supposed to leave at 11:05 a.m.  We were not on it.  By 10:45 a.m. when the gates were closing, Erin was still no where in sight.  Caiti and I had already gone through security and customs and were waiting by gate 82.  When we talked to the flight attendant, she said Erin hadn’t even checked in yet.  She had no phone and they couldn’t page her over the intercom.  We had no way of getting a hold of her.  They tried to tell us to just go on the flight anyway and that they would tell her to take the next one out, but we weren’t about to do that.

Finally deciding we were going to miss our flight, we headed back out and to the main waiting area.  However, we would have to go back through security again, and once we did that, we knew there was no chance in making it to Dublin.  We started to pace a bit and figure out what we were going to do.  If we walked through those gates all the money we spent on the flight would be gone as well as the money for the hostel and bus tickets, which was quite a bit of money.  Walking up to the custom service desk for Aer Lingus, we asked him to help us, hoping he could do more than the people from gate 82.  Thankfully, he did.  Somehow, he managed to get a hold of a woman who happened to be talking to Erin at that time.  Caiti was able to talk to Erin on the phone and figure out what we were to do next.  From what we were told on our side of security, Caiti and I would be able to get our tickets and just pay an additional £63 but Erin would have to buy an entirely new ticket for upwards of £213.  With those amounts in mind, we killed our dream of going to Dublin and headed back through security.

After we finally reaching Erin, we found out she was told something much differently, that she, too, would be able to just pay the £63 and we could all make the 12:35 p.m. flight. Jumping on this opportunity, we bought our tickets and rushed back through security, only to be stopped and have our bags searched (something we didn’t have to go through an hour previous when we went though).  Once we made it through security for the second time, we rushed back through the terminal and found our way to gate 84 and made our flight.  It was quite a relief to be sitting on the plane and knowing we would actually make it there this time.

Once we reached Dublin, things began to go a little more smoothly, until we reached the hostel that is.  Our room was on the third floor, which was fine by us.  There were 15 beds, all full and of both men and women.  We walked in to a shirtless man from Istanbul introducing himself to us.  We soon had people from France, London, Bologna, Italy and a few other places sharing a room with us.  This was a very new experience because we had never shared a room with anyone besides our group before and they have always been all girl rooms.  At this moment, I felt at such a disadvantage.  Not only was I a girl, but I was an American girl who only knew how to speak English.  It felt like everyone else in the room could at least speak two, if not five, different languages.

Once we slightly settled in, we needed to head downstairs to get a locker for our belongings, though it was quite interesting to me how many people decided to leave their purses or bags scattered around their bed area free for anyone to take.  As I headed down the hallway, there was a button you had to hit in order to unlock the door to the stairs.  The button was broken.  I brought Erin back to try to figure out the door to see if maybe I was doing something wrong.  After about 5 minutes of playing around with the door, we both came to the conclusion that it was, in fact, broken.  But there was an emergency exit I had seen signs for, so we decided it would be a good idea to venture out that way to see if that led anywhere.  That turned out to be a terrible idea.  We got stuck.

We soon realized the only exit in that dark, dirty, garbage filled stairwell, was a door that was wired with an alarm.  There were doors to each floor, however, each was locked.  Erin and I began to pound on each of doors on the floors hoping that someone would hear us.  After a few minutes, Erin remembered that I had my computer on me-the one my father had shipped to her since my old computer had broke-and if we could get internet, we would be able to contact someone to help us in someway.  That plan was quite short lived though because my dad put a password on the computer that I didn’t know.  I did have my phone! Which also turned out to be a bust because we didn’t know what the calling out number would be to call Caiti and tell her to come let us out. So once again, we were stuck.  The only option we had would be to get someones attention as they were walking into their room, because setting off that alarm was not an option, unless we wanted to be arrested. Twenty minutes after we got locked in the stairwell, a guy finally walked by and let us out.  He didn’t seem to know much English and was very confused by why we were so frantic and in the stairwell.

Dublin did not seem to be treating us too well.  Saturday ended up being a bit of a bust but Sunday did make up for it.  We did a three hour walking tour and learned about the history of Dublin and saw all of the popular places in the city.  We also were able to go to a few pubs and see firsthand live Irish music performed.  In the end, Dublin did find a way to make a girl not want to leave.  Over all, it was a great trip and  a good learning experience.  We never really thought about something going wrong, so in a way, I guess it was good that we did go through this to know how to handle stressful situations while traveling.  I am excited to see the Eastern coast of Ireland, when we see the Cliffs of Moher, later on in the year.

The weekend of January 18-January 20, everyone in the Cambridge program-all nine of us-hopped on a train and headed to Edinburgh, Scotland.  Something I quickly noticed was how very different Edinburgh looked from places I have seen in England.  It may be a part of the United Kingdom, but the buildings and architecture are quite different.  It’s a beautiful city and lucky for us, it snowed the day we got there until the day we left.

I observed very quickly after being in Edinburgh that as you are passing by people on the streets, they will look you in the eye-something you don’t see in Cambridge.  It was a nice change.  The Scottish would be very happy to hear this though. It’s quite funny, actually, to hear how the British and Scottish talk about each other.  I’ll give you a hint, they aren’t very fond of one another.  Going on the walking tour in Edinburgh, the tour guide first asked who the Brits in the group were, and then apologized because they would be getting made fun of for the next three hours.  Throughout the years in history, the Brits have stolen from the Scots and the Scots from the Brits.  Both countries, though united under the same government, seem to think themselves better.

In Edinburgh was the first time I really was able to interact with people from different countries and cultures.  Being in Cambridge has been wonderful, but most of the students haven’t yet returned from break so we haven’t gotten the opportunity to get to know any true English.  In Edinburgh, we went out to a pub and found out later that we accidently crashed the a theatre workers’ party.  They were very outgoing and nice and even initiated us into their group by having us go through a chair.  Within a few hours of spending time with the Scottish, we were already being mimicked for our accents-which I do have to say is very funny to hear-and invited to go dancing.

Even though we speak the same language, sometimes it can be hard to tell.  There are many terms that the Scots would say that would give them a blank stare in return, in which they then had to figure out how to reword it so we could understand.  Personal space was also quite non-existent while talking to them.  There were a few people who would come and talk quite close to you, not finding it awkward or uncomfortable at all for them.  We, on the other hand, tried to take a step back just to have some breathing room.

Not only did we meet some Scots on our trip but also people from Australia, South Africa, Ireland, Brazil, England, Canada and, of course, America.  It was interesting to hear their ideas on topics and how everyday life is where they live.  I met a girl from Australia who thought I was crazy for never having had bubbly lemonade before I arrived in England.   She was very curious what it was like back in America and how it would be without the bubbles.

Not every encounter I’ve had has been positive though.  While in Scotland, walking down the street a few paces behind my group, an older man, maybe in his 60s, clearly Scottish, pushed threw me saying “move it Blondie” as he passed.  My jaw dropped with shock that someone would actually be that rude.  He had said something a bit worse to those walking just ahead of me as well.  Then of course there are the times when we are sitting, waiting for a train, talking, laughing and enjoying life when we manage to get some angry glares from others waiting.  I always try to make sure not to disturb others-for they do seem to be much quieter than Americans in public-but sometimes it’s hard when you’re laughing and having a good time.

I can’t say that those few encounters have held any weight with me though.  I have absolutely loved every moment that I have been in the UK and really hope to be able to visit Edinburgh again.  I have met some great people from many different places around the world and feel truly blessed to be able to have the opportunity to be doing so.  I can’t wait to go to Dublin this weekend and learn more about the different cultures that make up our world.