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London Tower

Visiting and witnessing London Tower was so miraculous that it needed its own entry.  As mentioned in a previous blog, the British are very superstitious.  London Tower, much like the London Eye, also has a few quarks about it as well.  There are, and always will be, six ravens at London Tower.  King Henry XIII was told that if and when the ravens left, the kingdom would fall.  To this day, there are still six ravens, with clipped wings so they cannot leave, as well as a seventh close by just in case.

London Tower in itself is amazing.  Going inside and touring all of the buildings and seeing the Crown Jewels was quite a sight.  The actual crown the queen wears is placed in a glass case for all to see, covered in diamonds, emeralds, rubies, sapphires and pearls.  Many of the difference stones were given or passed on from other royalty members, such as a pair of pearl earring that were Princess Diana’s.

If something is not covered in jewels, it’s covered in gold.  There is a gold plated punch bowl that can hold up to 144 bottles of wine.  Guess how much that must weigh.  Half a ton.  So what’s the secret?  Everything is actually silver and just plated with gold because otherwise it would be too heavy to even hold itself.  There are guards in every room there to answer questions and make sure no photos are taken-there is a copyright on the Crown Jewels. Guests are able to walk throughout the all of the towers and along the top to look out over London, into what used to be dungeons or rooms for the royalty.

Fun fact: people still live there today.  It’s like its’ own little village with their own church, doctor and even their own pub.  Many are the tour guides and their families.  Not just anyone could be a tour guide.  You have to have served in the British military for a minimum of 22 years as well as have certain honors and a spotless background.  Guards will also be seen for there is still today an apartment for the queen if she chooses to stay in it.  Regardless of her presence, it is guarded 24 hours a day, every day.

Another fun fact that I personally found very interesting was the fact that there were many different kinds of animals that lived in the tower throughout the years, and I’m not talking about dogs or cats or horses.  I’m talking about lions, tigers, monkeys, elephants and even a polar bear.  Other royalty would give the king and queen exotic animals as gifts.  Unfortunately for the animals, they were kept in cages and often did not live long.  They had even killed people who came too close to them.

Many exciting things happened in the walls of the tower, such as a woman smuggling out her husband by dressing him as a woman just hours before he was supposed to be decapitated.  There were also many deaths in the tower walls, including five women, three of which were queens.

The London Tower is filled with history and mystery in the walls and is a place every person who visits London should see.

Woke up in London Yesterday…

This past weekend our group took the train down to London for the weekend to experience the breath-taking experience of seeing Big Ben, Tower Bridge, London Tower and so much more.  To say that the weekend was incredible would be an understatement.

I woke up around 5:30am Saturday morning, hopped in the taxi by 7am and were off on the train by 7:30am.  The first stop was High Street Kensington so we could stop in at the hostel and drop off our bags.  The walk wasn’t too bad and the hostel was very nice compared to what I was picturing.  All of the girls stayed in one room, luckily we got our own room, and Zach, the only guy on the trip, was in a separate room with a couple different guys he did not know as well.  After the bags were dropped off, we hopped back onto the tube and headed over to Buckingham Palace to see the changing of the guards.  The sidewalks were filled with people lined up to watch, which seemed like a lot to me, but apparently wasn’t many at all.

As luck would have it, right when we arrived in England, their 50 degree weather disappeared to Valparaiso because it was quite chilly in London and apparently 55 degrees back at home.  Anyways, after, we ventured through the Queen’s park and over to see the miraculous Big Ben and the Clock Tower.  Most people believe that Big Ben is the huge clock tower, when in reality it is the bell inside of the tower.  The tower itself was just renamed a couple of months ago to The Queen Elizabeth II’s Clock Tower in honor of her diamond jubilee.  There we all took numerous pictures of the tower in awe and amazement.  It was definitely a sight to take your breath away.

We continued our way and saw the great London Eye, the fourth largest ferris wheel-though don’t let them hear you call it that-in the world.  It was closed for yearly maintenance though so we couldn’t actually go on it.  There are 32 pods that represent the 32 districts in London.  Entertaining enough, there is no pod 13 for the British are very superstitious.

Across the river we saw the London Bridge and well as Tower Bridge.  Maybe people confuse the two.  The London Bridge is not the beautiful bridge, but actually quite boring.  It’s the Tower Bridge that everyone loves to look at and take photos of.  Of course next to Tower Bridge is the London Tower that I will write more about in my next blog.

After sightseeing for a while, we hopped on one of the on-and-off buses and took a tour around the city.  We saw every well-known and tourist spot there is to see in London as well as learned a lot about the city itself. Such as, there are dragons in every entrance and exit in the city of London.  When you are entering the city, the dragons will be facing you, when exiting they will have their backs turned away from you. We also learned about the bubonic plague and how the saying “God bless you” came from the time of the plague and that people would say it because once they began to sneeze, they would only live for another 48 hours.

Another tour some of us went on was the Harry Potter tour that took you all around the city and showed you the places that the movie was filmed and inspired by.  We saw The Ministry of Magic, Gringotts Bank, Diagon Alley and a few other little places throughout the different books.

There were many other places we went, like Piccadilly Circus where we saw the play 39 Steps, Trafalgar Square and Leicester Square.  The trip was truly amazing and felt like it was more than just a mere two days.  I can’t wait to go back and experience more of the city because it is just not possible to see it all in two days.

English Differences

Arriving in London, I thought it would be an automatic, “oh my god, I’m here, I can’t believe it!”, but it really wasn’t.  There was no huge moment of realization and it actually took until we saw Big Ben in London that it did start to sink in that I was truly 3,950 miles from home.  There are many differences here in England from home and many things that are different from what I expected.

Of course there are the obvious things such as the cars on the opposite sides of the road that everyone already knows about.  However, they look significantly different than they do back home in the US even if they are the same brand like Ford or Toyota.  Another huge difference is the food.  I had already heard that burgers taste differently because their cows are treated and fed differently than ours are in the US and I can confidently agree with that statement now from experience, they taste significantly different.  Not bad different, but just not what you would expect when biting into a burger.  Of course the first night in the pub, that’s exactly what I ordered.  Pubs are quite different from our restaurants or bars as well.  First off, you don’t have someone waiting on your table, but you go up to the bar, order your drink and food, pay and then sit back down.  They will bring you your food and that’s about it, and they will bring it out as its ready, not everyone’s together.  If you are just going for drinks, but don’t actually want to order something, they do want you to pay for water just because they don’t like it when people are taking up a seat and not spending money.  In restaurants, if you want your check, you have to ask for it, they will not just bring it out to you.  All of these are good tips to know when eating out inEngland.

When walking around, the city itself is so significantly different from anything I have ever seen before.  The streets are so narrow you wonder how those huge double-decker buses even fit on the streets.  A general rule for walking around the town, always stop and wait for the walking signal, cars, buses and especially bikes will not stop for you.  Bikes here are treated like cars, they drive on the road and have their own lane and they will hit you if you walk out in front of them.  Pedestrians in no way have the right of way in the roads.  We always have to be very careful and look every which way before we cross because most times we cannot even tell which ways the cars are coming from.  It really did not come as much of a shock to me when I heard that kids here do not learn to drive until they are 17 and do not get their licenses until at least 18, if then.  If you think driving in Chicago is bad, you can’t even begin to imagine what the lane changes and crazy driving goes on in England.  The traffic patterns still have yet to make sense to me and people should really be saying that those English drivers are bad, not the Chicago ones.

While walking the streets, I noticed that there aren’t garage cans spread along the sidewalks.  It’s actually a bit of a search to find one.  Surprisingly enough, the streets aren’t filled with litter.  If walking in the City Centre around 6:00pm, it was very shocking to notice that the stores were beginning to close, so if you wanted to go shopping, you have to make sure to do it earlier in the day.  However, while shopping earlier, something that is quite common I have found to know is that there are street performers either singing or playing the guitar all along the streets.  It’s very interesting to me as well as very enjoyable to hear.  In general while walking, the British will not make eye contact with you if you are passing them.  In my opinion, I have found that the men are much friendlier than the women as well.

A few things that I was told to prepare for that I don’t find accurate exactly was first that the portion sizes were very small.  I did not seem to think they were small but actually quite large in some pubs.  In London, it seemed like every place we passed had a huge section of fried too as well.  At the hostel we stayed at, breakfast included fried bread, a fried egg, fried hash browns, a fried tomato, fried sausage and ham that were all cooked in a large pan filled with about an inch of oil.  They also served baked beans which everyone in our group decided to pass on at 8:30am.

The girls in our group were also told to make sure to pack tampons because they were very hard to find inEngland.  I have been to many different grocery and pharmacy stores-similar to a Walgreens, CVS, or Walmart back home-and have seen tampons sold at each.  On the other hand, I wish we were told that zip-lock baggies were not sold in theUK.  The British seem to love their saran wrap and use it for everything.  A few people had told me that North Face jackets were slightly frowned upon as well as sweatshirts with hoods, however, I have seen many people wearing both and many people also wear jeans out and about.

Overall, I have to say that I am loving my English experience and learning all of the differences between America and England.  It is fascinating to witness everything and I cannot wait to have more interactions with the British to learn more about their culture and ways.

And the Countdown Begins!

Ever since coming back from Fall Break, the countdown to Cambridge has really begun.  From the two hour weekly meetings with Julie Maddox to meetings with my Cambridge group, I’ve definitely been kept busy and am more excited than ever about my adventures in less than two months.  All of the group meetings have been very helpful, informing us about health, safety, packing and expectations while abroad.

 My Cambridge group also has been a great learning experience that I am happy that we are able to have.  Not only do we get to talk to our peer advisor-someone who studied abroad in Cambridge last year-but also friends that she had gone with.  They share their insight with us and we are able to ask any pressing questions we may have.  Something that was important that I asked right away was about the EuroRail and BritRail passes and which to purchase.   Both our advisor and her friend gave us their personal opinions about which they bought, ten day flex pass for the EuroRail and two any four days in two months for the BritRail.  This time also allowed our group to talk and get to know each other, which has been really nice.  We were able to open up and find that we are all interested in traveling around Europe together, which is very exciting.

Packing!

Thanksgiving break-and all the sales that go with it-was a great time to figure out what I needed for England.  A huge internal debate I had with myself was what kind of suitcase I was going to bring abroad.  We are only allowed to bring one suitcase, a carryon and a personal item on the plane.  After looking up the dimensions on United’s website, my mother and I went to five different stores looking for a suitcase that would be as big as the airline would allow.  We ended up buying one that I had never even thought of getting, a duffle bag on wheels.  This will allow me to pack items and squish them in without be bounded by the strict shape of a regular suitcase.  It is also only 8.6lbs allowing for more of my own items to be packed, such as clothes, boots, and hopefully some peanut butter (they don’t sell peanut butter in Europe) while still under the 50lbs limit United has.

Being home also allowed me to buy a few items I knew I would need and have my sisters and grandparents give me for Christmas, such as a money pouch to go around my neck for my passport and other important documents, as well as a quick dry towel for when I’m traveling around and staying in hostels (you don’t want to have to try to carry a huge towel in your carryon).  Then, of course, there were some impulse buys such as boots and scarves during Black Friday sales that may not have been a necessity, but will definitely come in handy during those chilly, rainy England months.

Overall, the pre-departure experience has been exciting! A little nerve racking, sure, but I feel like I know what I need to know and am ready to start this amazing journey.  I already love the group I’m going with and know that they will be there to support me while I try to figure out what to bring, what to leave at home and will help remind me what not to forget while I’m packing.

By Lauren Zomparelli, Advertising and Creative Writing Majors, Business Minor, from Elmhurst, Illinois.  More posts to come!!

 

Why I Chose Cambridge

There are so many things I could say about this topic. Why I chose Cambridge? The reasons are too many to count! The main reason I chose to study abroad in England, is that it has always fascinated me. Starting when I was around 10 years old, Great Britain has been an obsession of mine. I love everything about it. Their history is so amazing and so vast. It spans back centuries and it is so full of mystery and opportunity. I love reading about the history of England. Just to think, the city of Cambridge first came into being around the time that Christ was alive. So many thousands of years of history! I cannot wait to explore that history. So then, when an opportunity to travel 2 weeks in Europe was presented to me my sophomore year of high school, I jumped at the chance to experience all that I was so enamored with. I told my parents about it, and my Dad told me that I could travel for two weeks in high school, or I could take a semester in college and study abroad for a full 5 months. I was ecstatic! I couldn’t believe my luck that my parents would let me do something like that. Looking back now, I kind of think that it was my parent’s way of getting me off my travel kick for the moment and keep me safely in the U.S. I don’t think they ever dreamed that I would grasp onto that promise- that I would be able to travel in college- and I would never let it go. When I was searching and applying for colleges one of my stipulations for attending any college was that it had to have a superb study abroad program so that I knew I would have the best experience possible. So when I found out that Valparaiso had such a good Nursing school, I immediately set to searching about its study abroad programs and what I found thrilled me. Not only did they have a fabulous study abroad program, they had a study site in Cambridge, England! I was beyond thrilled! My wildest dreams were going to come true. I knew for sure I was going to Cambridge.

I am looking forward to so many things while I am living in another country. I am looking forward to a new culture, a new way of doing things, and a new way of viewing the world. I am looking forward to learning more of their history, and meeting new people. And most of all, I am looking forward to traveling. All over the world! From London, to Paris. From Berlin, to Venice and Rome. I cannot wait to go on a gondola ride in Venice, or climb to the top of the Eiffel Tower. I can’t wait to touch the Berlin wall and walk through the castle that inspired the one and only Cinderella’s Castle. I can’t wait to see the Stonehenge and wander through the Colosseum in Rome. So many things I have on my bucket list that I hope to do while I am over there. I am so excited writing this that I can’t even contain myself! There are so many other things that I wish to do, but I don’t want to write too much!

Although a lot of people probably don’t add this, I am looking forward to the classes I will take while I am abroad. They can teach me more about the country I will be living in for my semester abroad. I can’t wait to write blogs and journals. I love writing, and to be able to write about my experiences in the most exciting 6 months of my life will be a blast!

By Abby Lorenzo, Nursing major from Seymour, Indiana.  More posts to come soon!

 

Culture Shock about the streets

One of the biggest cultural shocks that I have experienced so far would be the life of people on the streets. The very first day that I walked through the streets, my impression was somewhere along the lines of, “this is so adorable!”. The streets are narrow but the buildings are cute, and there was much life on the streets.

At first I was mesmerized by how different a typical “street” was. Considering that Cambridge is a pretty big city I expected it to be somewhat similar to Chicago which I am fairly familiar with – lots of cars, tall buildings, a lot of people walking, homeless people, and mostly: many honking cars. However, Cambridge was pretty much the opposite of everything that I listed above. Everything, thats is, besides a lot of people walking.

I realized that the people of Cambridge get to point A from point B, primarily by walking. You see many people walking down the streets in suits and business attires which is quite similar to Chicago. This part I was familiar with. The thing that I wasn’t familiar with though, was how many people used biking as their method of transportation. I’m used to seeing a few people here and there riding bikes, but here, there are quite a few. And they like to ride their bikes pretty darn fast. I have learned that in England, the drivers have the primary right of way, then bikers, then pedestrians. This is very different from the US system of pedestrians always having the right of way. This means that bikes and cars can go pretty speedy even in areas of people walking and they aren’t too afraid to knock you over. This was a surprise to me since growing up in the US, I assumed that it was natural for me to always be the priority on the streets if I was walking. This is definitely something that I need to become accustomed to.

 

Another different aspect of the streets at Cambridge is the buildings. In Chicago I always have to crane my neck to see the top of the buildings and most of them are all new and shiny. The buildings on the streets in Cambridge are fairly short and definitely not new and shiny. Most of these buildings have been around for hundreds of years. I especially love this because although I’m not such a history whiz, I very much enjoy seeing old buildings that are filled with history. The thought of people living here and having such different lives here many, many years ago is so thrilling to me. It’s hard to describe in words though. But I am sure these buildings have seen so many people come and go and every person having their own stories. Sometimes I wish I could invent a time machine and go back in different times and observe people and their lives then…although that sounds a little creepy. But overall, the buildings are the symbols of the deep and long history that Cambridge holds.

Something that was similar but different are the homeless people of Cambridge. There are a few homeless people on the streets begging for money just like Chicago. However the difference is that none of these homeless people have signs explaining why they are homeless and need the money. But the bigger surprise to me was that almost every single homeless person I saw in Cambridge had a dog with them. This was something that broke my heart. I have a soft spot in my heart for dogs (especially because I own an adorable dog that I miss very much!) and seeing the dogs looking sad and poor made me feel worse for them than for the people, to be quite honest. I’m not sure if that is their technique to make money but it is possibly something that I will find out during my stay here.

The last difference I noticed (but there are probably many more out there), is how less noisy the city is. The one thing I dislike about Chicago is how noisy it is with people honking their cars ALL the time. In Cambridge though, and English people in general, I have noticed that they are somewhat more patient and tolerant. I hear hardly any cars honking at each other and typically the English don’t have conversations with each other in a very loud tone. That is probably why the Americans are knowns as being very loud. Typically, the city seems to be a peaceful place.

Street life is something that is right outside the door of our centre and it is amazing to see how much it’s different. Of course there are similar things like the language we speak, what kind of music they listen to, but when it comes to culture, something can be so different – even if we are all living on the same planet. This leads me to expand my thoughts on the differences of culture. If I am surprised at how the English street system is compared to the US one, how different is it going to be in other countries such as Russia, or India, or South Africa? It is just endless thinking about it but it also brings awareness to myself and how many different cultures are out there. Hopefully one day I will be able to expose myself to many other cultures and countries. But for now, I am looking forward to be able to travel to see the nearby European countries!

By Aya Takahashi, more blogs to come soon!

The Cambridge Experience

Growing up one constantly sees and hears about London, Paris, Italy, and all of the other dream European destinations.  But, (at least for me) thinking about my chances to actually go and live at one of these locations for a period of several months always made them seem a million miles away.  Thankfully, I’ve had the surreal experience of not only visiting many of these locations, but also of living in Cambridge, England for the past semester.  Over the course of my previous blogs I’ve written a lot about what I’ve seen and done, but little about the actual experience.

I've decided to adorn this blog with a few eclectic personal favorite photographs. This is an iconic Cambridge photo taken from the back of Kings College.

From the beginning the feeling has been an odd one.  The entire semester has felt like one incredibly long vacation.  After flying over in early January, it was as if Christmas Break forgot to end and continued for several months.  Then, by the time the Christmas Break feeling had gone we were packing for Spring Break.  Before we’d barely finished unpacking from Spring Break it was the eve of Easter Break.  And from the last Thursday of Easter Break it would only be four short weeks before we would be boarding a plane destined for the US.  If fact, it would be fair to say it “hit me” that I was going home in less than a month before I fully realized that I had even arrived in Europe.

I took this photo at one of my favorite locations in Britain: Tintern Abbey. This majority of this abbey, destroyed by Henry VIII, still stands today.

Although I describe the semester as a “vacation,” perhaps this isn’t the best term.  The word makes me think of time spent without a place to call home.  However, only weeks into the semester Cambridge felt very much like home – the familiar (and, in a pleasant way, somewhat boring) pathway from the railway station to the Student Centre was a welcoming sight following a weekend of travel.

Instead of “vacation” maybe a better word is “break.”  The semester provided the opportunity to get away from normal difficulties and in stepping back view them from a rather detached perspective.  In fact, you might even say living in Cambridge was almost like living a separate life.  The very ritualized schedules of college were replaced by an expectation to have a good time and allow yourself to learn through the adventures your curiosity brought you to.  In England some problems seemed much further away (you don’t have to stay in shape for sports), while others felt far more pressing (like the difficulties of signing leases and registering for classes from overseas).  Yet “break” really isn’t the right word either.  The courseload was relatively light compared to my previous semesters.  Yet, after factoring in 2-3 credits worth of time planning upcoming trips and another 2-3 for experiencing the city of Cambridge itself the total amount of hours required to take full advantage of my time overseas came up to about 20 credits’ worth.  Not what I’d describe as a light semester.

During my travels around Europe my favorite city was Paris. This photo is of one of the lock bridges, Pont de l'Archevêché.

Another fitting word might be “change.”  As opposed to the monotonously ritualized pattern of usual schoolwork, learning through experience and immersion into another culture was a refreshingly different challenge.  The entire nature of the task changes.  Can I navigate public transportation to get where I need to go?  Can I plan this trip successfully?  Is it even possible for me to communicate with others, or do they speak as little English as I do of their language?  Other challenges are less precise.  Learning how members of a different society think (especially in regards to Americans) and how they interact is a type of education with absolutely no equivalent in the States.  Even more than this our challenge was to not only learn this information, but to know it well enough to (on occasion) integrate into this culture and hopefully view the rest of the world from within it.

One of the highlights of the semester was visiting relatives that live in Wales. This is my nephew and I walking along the road by my aunt and uncle's house.

Although I’ve been to some of the most amazing places in the entire world, I think some of the smallest and most “normal” things have actually been some of the highlights of the semester.  For example, I absolutely loved cooking not only for myself, but also for other members of my dinner group.  I loved watching the rain fall as I sat in the 3rd floor window holding a guitar and a glass of wine.  Using the “break” aspect of the semester as a chance to take a pause from life and simply think and reflect was fantastic.  Also, as you may have noticed, I have often used plural pronouns in describing the semester.  Rather than attributing this to my careless writing I think this is evidence that the 17 of us from Valpo could not have gotten luckier in our selection of housemates to share the semester with.

And now, as I’m packing to return to America, this is also the end of my blog.  I hope you’ve enjoyed following me as I’ve experienced living in Cambridge, England and traveled around Europe.  If you’ve missed any of my trips or want to know what else happened in Cambridge please feel free to check out my past blogs or my roommate’s blogs.  Also, don’t forget to take a look at the pictures I’ve posted from the semester.  Goodbye, and thank you for reading!

Cheers!

The Sound of Music

I found this generic shop in Poland, where European music was most prevalent.

My two week break showed me how difficult it can be to escape American culture. Every place I have been throughout Europe has been awash with American popular music. Last year, a German exchange student at Valpo told me she liked American music because it had a lot more “oomph” than most German music. My trip through Germany literally featured zero German music, so I have little to judge her statement against. But, I have a lot of trouble believing what she said. Simplicity and predictability are hallmarks of pop music. Even if American pop music packs more of a punch than its German counterpart, what is stopping the Germans from copying our rhythms and grooves?

The first time I heard non-American music on the radio was in Krakow, Poland, and it was extremely refreshing. I had never heard Polish rap before, and the song was pretty catchy. But, after one song the radio quickly switched back to American tunes. The same thing occurred on a bus in Budapest which featured Hungarian rap sandwiched between Adelle and Wiz Khalifa. Poland does deserve more credit though. At night, the hostel I stayed in played non-stop electronica. The same went for my hostel in Amsterdam, and an American I met there informed me that electronica is huge throughout Europe. That still fails to explain why all of these places played American music throughout the day. It’s possible that they choose their music based on what they think tourists will appreciate, but I doubt it. When I stepped into a taxi on my way to a small town in Germany, the driver was playing classic rock before I had even opened my mouth. I talked with my German couch surfing host about this, and he told me that all Germans, especially older men, love classic rock even though they cannot understand it.

Schneeberg, Germany: they like classic rock here.

The American cultural presence in the world extends beyond music. Starbucks and Burger King were the first two buildings I saw after exiting a train station in Budapest, a country which was communist run only twenty years ago. In Slovenia, I went to an expensive restaurant that sold itself as the place to go for authentic Slovenian cuisine, and when I stepped through the door I heard Britney Spears on the radio. The inability to escape American culture has really cheapened my experience of traveling. I thought that each new country I visited would feel profoundly different from the last. I expected huge cultural divides, including but not limited to interesting food traditions in each new place. There haven’t been many options to be daring with new foods. I have seized what few opportunities I had, and I am proud to say that I can return home having tried horse meat, mead, and Italian hot wine. Maybe things would have been different if I visited the homes of locals from all the countries I visited, but there are only so many ways one can prepare a sandwich before ideas start repeating themselves and everything seems to blend together.

Welcome to Budapest.

These countries adoption of American food and music seems to have diminished their own cultures, and I cannot understand why a nation would want to do that to itself. Perhaps they value our ideology and want to become more like the stereotypically friendly and optimistic American. That’s flattering, and it may be fun for them to attempt to fit in with our culture. I just wish I had a chance to try to fit in with theirs.

 

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The Magic School Bus

If you’ve never taken a group vacation on a bus, think back to the “The Magic School Bus.” It’s exactly like that, minus the science, light-speed traveling, and transformations of species and size. Before long, the fun of traveling rubs off on the bus until the sight of it is nearly enough to make travelers burst into their own theme-song. When one goes on their second bus trip, memories from the first trip return and the bus is infused with even more magic than before. This process continues until around the sixth bus trip, at which point the bus becomes Houdini incarnate and no further improvement is possible. All one can do is sit back and watch as the bus contributes to community in a way nothing else can.

Almost, but not quite.

Bus vacationing is a type of endurance training which inevitably begins too early in the morning. The first day starts with a stumbling out of bed that continues towards the bus as one struggles with their luggage. Next comes the seemingly important decision of picking a bus buddy. There’s a lot to consider, but in the end none of it matters. Before long, all the newly formed buddies engage in a short, excitement-infused chat before turning their attention to the rest of the bus. The chaperone has just finished counting off everyone’s heads, and someone cracks a joke that makes the whole bus laugh. Conversation then becomes an all-inclusive, bus-wide, adrenaline-fueled affair. Exhaustion sets in quick. In an hour, everyone but the driver has fallen asleep. Those who fell asleep early had the sound of intimate, communal laughter to lull them to sleep. When these same people wake up early, they find their companions sleeping in positions contortionists train years to achieve. The next bout of bus-wide laughter follows shortly after.

This would have been great... 10 miles ago.

Rest stops come half-an-hour after they’re needed, so there’s always someone who bumps their head on the overhead compartment as part of a mad dash to bladder relief. The rest of the group emerges unscathed, throws their hands in the air, and begins a much needed stretch that turns into something resembling a dance. Dreary-eyed and hungry, the group makes their way to the rest stop to buy some food. Healthy eaters make concessions for the sake of group cohesion and learn that there is a time for everything.

The excitement of entering a new place is universally shared throughout the bus. Beautiful sights appear at the same time for everyone and cause an awe-struck “ooh!” to spread throughout the bus. Going down a tight road sends shivers down everyone’s spine. As the bus hugs the edge of the road, everyone holds their breath simultaneously. Fearful together, the community grows closer. The groups which are lucky enough to make it out alive have a topic of conversation they can return to throughout the trip: “Remember when we almost fell off the road? That was crazy!”

The bus we rode while in Cambridge. Notice how we almost fell off the road. Crazy.

Everyone talks just loud enough so that other people can hear them, and they modify what they say so that everyone is entertained. Bus buddies soon become the best of friends, and if they ever feel the need to say something private, they can lower their voices. But, in the spirit of bus travel, most things are shared.

 

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Misc. England

Church of St. Andrew & St. Mary

As my time abroad is quickly drawing to a close, I’ve taken several shorter trips around England that have only taken at most a day.  I chose one of the few sunny days in April to walk from Cambridge to Grantchester.  The walk follows the River Cam as it lazily twists around the Grantchester Meadows.  One of Grantchester’s main attractions is that the famous poet Rupert Brooke spent much of his time in the area.  I timed my trip perfectly so the clock on the old church tower was right at ten to three when I arrived, as in Brooke’s poem The Old Vicarage, Grantchester:

Deep meadows yet, for to forget
The lies, and truths, and pain? . . . oh! yet
Stands the Church clock at ten to three?
And is there honey still for tea?

Grantchester has an interesting array of old buildings.  There are several very old pubs, thatched houses, an old watermill, The Vicarage, tea gardens, and a pool along the river that Brooke was rumored to have frequented during his time in the area.  Although I enjoyed visiting the village, the real pleasure is in the walk there and back.  If you go through at the right time you might have to stray off the path in order to avoid the herds of cows pastured along the walkway.

River Cam

 

 

 

 

 

 

A few of my others trips were to places concerning WWII, especially the Battle of Britain.  Because the land in East Anglia is so flat, it was ideal for air bases during the Great War.  For a while a new airbase was being constructed every three days.  Today, the airbase of Duxford is home to not only the British Imperial War Museum, but it also has a hangar for civilian planes and the American Air Museum.  Many world-famous planes are housed here, including Concorde, Blackbird, and several planes from the Battle of Britain such as Spitfires and Hurricanes.

British Searchlight and Anti-Aircraft Gun

The Cathedral of the Forest

One of my favorite parts of England is the Royal Forest of Dean.  The road to the forest is surrounded by fields of bright yellow flowers grown to make oil.  Although, the area isn’t quite as quaint as other locations in England (like the Cotswolds) because the buildings aren’t uniform.  The little forest villages have a large mix of old and new houses.  Even though the forest doesn’t have quite the soaring otherworldliness of some National Parks like Yellowstone, the tangle of trees, moss, and the River Wye create an enchanting corner of England.  I was a little late for some of the spring flowers, but there are still areas of the forest where you can stand and see nothing but a sea of bluebells surrounding you.  At this time of year bird watching is a major attraction in the forest because endangered birds like the Peregrin falcon are currently laying eggs.  The Forest of Dean is far enough off the beaten path that many of the centuries-old churches, including the Cathedral of the Forest in Newland, are left unlocked for the public to come in and admire the ancient memorials and artifacts.  This gives you the feeling that instead of experiencing a carefully planned tourist experience you are exploring someone else’s world.

 

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