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.