Stumbled across this amazing map in my morning twitter check and thought y’all might enjoy a look!
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After leaving for Ireland bright and early one Saturday morning, there was no stopping! Arriving in the early afternoon, I had just enough time to grab a quick bite before I rushed off to a group tour. Unfortunately since we were so rushed lunch consisted of a few bites of whatever Starbucks had. What started out as a “walking tour” of the city quickly devolved into a history lecture since our tour guide was a wannabe professor. We learned a lot about the political tensions that built Dublin but not a whole lot about the landscape we were walking through.
After the tour, I went back to the four courts hostel for a two hour nap before dinner–traveling is so exhausting! Dinner was lovely, if American in flavor, we found an Eddie Rocket’s. Eddie Rocket’s is a little bit like Johnny Rocket’s in the States, complete with burgers, onion rings and milkshakes. After a long day of walking in the rain a little greasy comfort food was exactly what the doctor ordered. Elizabeth, Rebecca and I quickly realized that we’re not very adventuresome when it comes to food—the week after Ireland we got McDonalds in Spain! (more on that to come)
On Sunday I went to see the Book of Kells at Trinity College. I’m a complete book nerd so I was right at home looking at the manuscript exhibit for about an hour. Toward the end of the tour, you go through the Old Library where books with beautiful bindings fill the walls from floor to ceiling. My friends made fun of me for inhaling the scent of the place! I was in library heaven. Unfortunately, we eventually had to come out of that place and make our way back to the hostel to change for the class dinner and pub-crawl.
The dinner was lovely and we all ate far more than we should’ve—what? It was on Kenyon’s dime! The musical pub crawl was less than stellar so we skipped out as soon as our professor went home to bed. In our defense, we did go on our own musical exploration of Dublin. The pub we ended up in had great music and a wonderful atmosphere.
Monday afternoon I took the train from Dublin to Galway. Galway is a beautiful little town and the B&B we stayed at was precious! Each morning we were there, breakfast was amazing! The first day I had a traditional Irish breakfast, the second porridge with raisins, the third potato waffles and the last day a combination of all three! There wasn’t much to do on the first night there since it was raining, but I quickly settled into the very comfortable beds and tried to rest up for Tuesday.
The next morning the bus left at 9am for hiking on the Burren. Though it was raining all the way up, the hike was still gorgeous. I’ve never been much of an outdoor-loving girl, but this year has converted me to a definite hike fanatic. There was no rest for the weary as we went straight from the Burren to the Cliffs of Moher. Another beautiful natural site and another climb. Logan and I were a little too damp, cold and sniffly to climb all the way to the top in the rain so we opted for a little retail therapy in the museum’s gift shop.
Wednesday would’ve been a day to rest, but one of the girls on the program found great horseback riding nearby. We all piled into the bus at 9:15 for a second long day of the great outdoors. The horses weren’t used to new riders and a few of us in the group got a bit scared, myself included, but it was our first sunny day in Ireland so we tried to make the most of the great weather.
The next day we went on a trip to the Aran Islands and for the first time on the Ireland trip, it was sunny! . Most of the group took bike rides around the island but we decided to explore on foot instead. The coastline was beautiful and I had a lovely time wandering out to the seal beach with some friends and then lunching along the seaside
(We bought matching Aran Island sweaters)
After the jam packed weekend, I took the bus back to Dublin for a little R&R. Our last night in Dublin, Rebecca, Elizabeth and I decided to treat ourselves to a nice dinner out. We’d been so frugal the whole time in Ireland that we had a lot of our food stipend left-over for the meal. Walking around the city, dining in style, eating cupcakes and watching silly Irish television was a great end to my Ireland adventure.
I spent this past weekend in London (where I saw this play) and
has a blast! We stayed at the Harlingford in Bloomsbury which has allowed us to
really get to know the area–almost like a home away from home!
On Friday we explored Kensington Gardens and found the Peter Pan statue.
All great lovers of J.M. Barrie’s story, we had a great time frolicking around the statue and taking
a lot of pictures. We frightened more than a few locals but the pictures we got were priceless!
After getting our fill of the park, we headed into Kensington Palace to see a new art exhibit
A creepy exhibit depicting the childhoods of many of the palace’s princesses, the art reminded
all of us that being a princess was neither fun nor easy! The above picture is from the Victoria
portion of the exhibit.
(This is me in one of the more creepy rooms of the exhibition.)
Friday night we saw Greenland at the National Theatre and while it was a thought-provoking
play about global warming, it wasn’t exactly spectacular.
An uneventful day for the most part, Saturday was spent trolling around London. I managed to
find a “must-have” coat and decided to break my 30 for 30 shopping fast since it was the last one
in the shop and it was handmade! I’ll post my review of Maribou later this week.
Sunday may have been the highlight of the trip–at least for me. A Tudor history junkie I was so
excited to spend a little time in Henry VIII’s notorious castle–Hampton Court Palace.
The palace was everything that I expected and more. Courtyards with gorgeous fountains, gardens that
rivaled the ones at Versailles and the most beautiful tapestries I’ve ever seen–and that was just the beginning!
The palace had board games from the time period, velvet shawls to put on, and a maze to get lost in. In short,
it was Tudor Heaven. While he may have been one of the most hated monarchs, he sure did know how to fix up
( The dining room)
(Another view of the palace)
While we were there, I got the chance to model my new coat.
See how well I would’ve fit into the Tudor court!
That’s all for now folks!
Last weekend my friends and I ventured to Bath on the train. We were expecting a day of looking at a pretty church and maybe having tea but we go so much more!
Stepping off the train we found a church we though was Bath Abbey—we ended up being sorely mistaken but the building was so beautiful! After the case of mistaken identity we followed the street signs to the real Bath Abbey and were even more in awe. For a building that has been standing since 1499, it’s in amazing shape! Inside, there are ornately carved pews, stained glass windows and vaulted ceilings. The highlight of the Abbey was when we went on the bell tower tour.
212 steps to the top, the tour is not exactly leisurely. We were shuffled up a tiny spiral staircase and given nothing but an old bell rope to hold onto. Once we completed the first portion of our climb we were treated a viewing of the topside of the vaulted ceilings and the inside of the clock face. The ceilings are very thin to keep them from collapsing—a marvel of architecture for sure!
Interestingly, the clock does not belong to the Abbey but to the citizens of Bath. Because of this from the time it was installed—in the Victorian era–the clock had to be lit from the inside to allow the people in the square to see it. Men, in twelve hour shifts, would sit with gas lamps in a room with no windows—wow, talk about a terrible job!
When we finally got down the spiral staircase it was off to the Roman Baths. Knowing that the city has been a center of commerce and leisure since the Roman times, it was unsurprising to find such wonderful ruins! The baths are—for the most part—intact and there is a lovely museum showcasing how the people of Aquae Sulis (the Roman name for Bath) lived.
The museum had a beautiful reconstruction of a temple face and a projector to show how it would’ve looked way back when—how awesome!
After lunch at the Pump Room we tried our hand at Victorian dressing with a visit to the Fashion Museum. Hilarity ensued as we realized that hoop skirts are much larger than we imagined.
The rest of the day was spent wandering around Bath and grabbing tea to stay warm!
Ta for now,
Friday I made the journey from Rome to Exeter- a much more difficult task than it sounds! The morning began with me standing in line to check in at the Easyjet counter, which contrary to its name was not easy or fast. Nearly two hours later and with the single bag I was allowed in hand, I set off for my gate.
Much to my chagrin I was in gate H12 at the other end of the airport! Hauling all of my stuff down the corridors of the airport I passed many expensive shops and cute boutiques. Though I had no room to carry more things–or money to buy them–it was nice scenery for the walk. After arriving at the gate I quickly got in line to “board” the plane. Just like the check in fiasco, this was neither easy or fast.
We got onto a bus that took us over to where the plane was sitting and then climbed up the stairs into the plane. The very irate Italian woman next to me could not understand why the bus was going so slow or why it took them so long to open the doors so we could leave the bus and get onto the plane–it made for a very interesting ride over! Once on the plane I was
unfortunate lucky enough to have an adorable baby sitting behind me….who kicked my seat the entire way to England. Maybe it is a cultural difference but those parents were letting the child go wild!
Arriving in London I was greeted with a pleasant surprise: for the first time the line for “Other Passports” was shorter than the “UK/EU Passports” line. I felt bad for all of the EU residents but walked through quickly and easily to get my baggage and catch the next train to Victoria Station. In luck (with the train was leaving ten minutes after I arrived) I boarded with my massive luggage. A cab to Paddington allowed me to view parts of London I’d never seen before; I made notes of all the pretty parks to visit next time I’m there.
Once at Paddington I revised my essays for 45 minutes until my train. British transport is problematic at best and this train ride was no different. About half-way to Exeter the rear engine broke down and we had to stop to detach it. Running on only one engine, the train got into Exeter St. David’s about an hour late but thankfully in one piece. Rather than try to climb the hill and walk the 1.5 miles to my dorm, I caught a taxi and ended my journey in comfort.
Now, two days later I am happy to be back but not so excited about my finals! I’ve spent the morning in the library with friends writing papers and soon it will be time to begin again.
Off to Costa for more paper-writing goodness,
Over the weekend I finally got around to watching Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 again. Though it does not follow the plot of the books it does incorporate elements of the girls’ stories that I loved. Ever since watching it though I have become obsessed with a great many things: braided pigtails and army gear (a la Brigitte on a dig), curly hair (a la Lena) and writing more (reminiscent of both Carmen and Tibby). Mostly though, I’ve been obsessing over how to get to Santorini.
The movie shows the most beautiful parts of the island, letting the girls bask in the sunlight of the harbor and run up the hill bordered by whitewashed houses. The whole place just seems to serene and calming; sure the locals have their fish market and harbor confusion, but the place is so simple. It seems that on this island, modernity has not intruded on their simpler way of life. I love that the islands were an afterthought–the products of a volcanic eruption of so many years ago.
I found a very reasonable round trip ticket to Santorini from London! I think that it would make an excellent long-weekend trip (or even a longer one, schoolwork permitting). The beauty of that place overwhelms me.