Hi!
It is 1 AM and I am getting on a bus in 8 hours to go hiking in Cross Fell. So as much as I would love to write out captions for all of my photos right now, I'm afraid I will have to do it later. Here they are, though, if you feel a need to look at them as soon as possible.
Dublin:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2365403&id=10236722&l=30c79
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2365408&id=10236722&l=0706b
Wicklow Mountains:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2365410&id=10236722&l=45640
Kilkenny:
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=10236722&ref=profile#/editphoto.php?aid=2365411
Hiking Club GAP & LASS Night:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2365412&id=10236722&l=0f64d
All right, off to pack up my stuff and go to sleep.
Much love!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Recent adventures
There has been a suspicious lack of posts for approximately a week. I've become entirely absorbed in going on adventures, wandering around campus contemplating life and falling in love with England, wasting time watching South Park, and making plans to do homework (without actually ever doing the homework). Recent discoveries about self & other include:
- I can, in fact, go out clubbing, and survive, and even perhaps enjoy myself, although it is not a good idea to stand right next to a speaker when you are not used to listening to loud music, because your ears will ring for the following 48 hours.
- During Elizabethan times, scientists believed that female genitalia was simply male genitalia turned inside out. They also believed that the womb wandered throughout the body and thus caused sudden changes in women's behavior. Perhaps my uterus is in my left ankle today. Who's to say? (Also...how did they believe children were conceived? Wouldn't this have been some indication that the womb does, in fact, stay in one place, anchored by various internal tissues and muscles and adjacent organs? Silly Renaissance folk.)
- York has some of the best food I've had in recent memory. If you go to York, give us a call, we'll tell you where to go.
- I love the Lake District. I don't think I'd mind living there...forever...perhaps becoming an ambitious traveling hobbit like Bilbo Baggins....
- I also love fish & chips with salt & vinegar. They just never have quite enough salt and vinegar. They could also really do with ketchup, which is why I bought some ketchup to take on hiking trips.
- Grammar is arbitrary and ridiculous. As is spelling. This will not, however, stop me from being an elitist grammar & spelling snob.
- I love Vindication of the Rights of Woman. At least the first few pages, which are a general introduction to the rest. I think I will have to buy my own copy.
I discovered that I can upload photos to Facebook after all, and that other people can look at them. Enjoy!
Clubbing at Cuba: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2360037&l=14712&id=10236722
The girls go play in York: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2361549&l=0eadf&id=10236722
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2361551&l=4074c&id=10236722
A few extra pictures from Scotland, including Fort William: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2361619&l=0d7ba&id=10236722
I don't have pictures of Keswick, because my batteries were still charging when I left, and normal batteries don't seem to actually work with my camera.
Coming soon:
Thursday - Hiking club dinner, with "black & white" fancy dress (I think the best possible idea for this costume theme is Michael Jackson...but alas...I wouldn't have any idea how to go as that.)
Friday - Wednesday - DUBLIN!!!!!!!!!!!! & Kilkenny & possibly Wicklow Mountains
Following weekend - Cross Fell
Probably every weekend thereafter - Hiking club trips in Lakes & Scotland
Spring break - Travels through Malaga, Granada, Cordoba, Toledo, Madrid, and Barcelona, and then a week in Malta. Followed by frolics through France & Italy, currently not planned out.
All right...I think I'll go actually do work.
- I can, in fact, go out clubbing, and survive, and even perhaps enjoy myself, although it is not a good idea to stand right next to a speaker when you are not used to listening to loud music, because your ears will ring for the following 48 hours.
- During Elizabethan times, scientists believed that female genitalia was simply male genitalia turned inside out. They also believed that the womb wandered throughout the body and thus caused sudden changes in women's behavior. Perhaps my uterus is in my left ankle today. Who's to say? (Also...how did they believe children were conceived? Wouldn't this have been some indication that the womb does, in fact, stay in one place, anchored by various internal tissues and muscles and adjacent organs? Silly Renaissance folk.)
- York has some of the best food I've had in recent memory. If you go to York, give us a call, we'll tell you where to go.
- I love the Lake District. I don't think I'd mind living there...forever...perhaps becoming an ambitious traveling hobbit like Bilbo Baggins....
- I also love fish & chips with salt & vinegar. They just never have quite enough salt and vinegar. They could also really do with ketchup, which is why I bought some ketchup to take on hiking trips.
- Grammar is arbitrary and ridiculous. As is spelling. This will not, however, stop me from being an elitist grammar & spelling snob.
- I love Vindication of the Rights of Woman. At least the first few pages, which are a general introduction to the rest. I think I will have to buy my own copy.
I discovered that I can upload photos to Facebook after all, and that other people can look at them. Enjoy!
Clubbing at Cuba: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2360037&l=14712&id=10236722
The girls go play in York: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2361549&l=0eadf&id=10236722
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2361551&l=4074c&id=10236722
A few extra pictures from Scotland, including Fort William: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2361619&l=0d7ba&id=10236722
I don't have pictures of Keswick, because my batteries were still charging when I left, and normal batteries don't seem to actually work with my camera.
Coming soon:
Thursday - Hiking club dinner, with "black & white" fancy dress (I think the best possible idea for this costume theme is Michael Jackson...but alas...I wouldn't have any idea how to go as that.)
Friday - Wednesday - DUBLIN!!!!!!!!!!!! & Kilkenny & possibly Wicklow Mountains
Following weekend - Cross Fell
Probably every weekend thereafter - Hiking club trips in Lakes & Scotland
Spring break - Travels through Malaga, Granada, Cordoba, Toledo, Madrid, and Barcelona, and then a week in Malta. Followed by frolics through France & Italy, currently not planned out.
All right...I think I'll go actually do work.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Hiking in Scotland!
You have all begun to pounce with demands to hear about hiking and camping in Scotland, so I suppose I must acquiesce before I do anything else today. I was not that terribly tired when I got back yesterday but I still didn't feel like doing much besides crawling into bed and drinking spiced apple chamomile tea and reading, and since I woke up an hour and a half ago I have been doing the exact same thing. It is quite nice really.
On Friday I enjoyed chicken bakes and cupcakes with Germa and we took a short walk on the path that leads into town, and then I suddenly realized that it was 4 already and rushed back to pack up my things before getting the mini-bus at 4:40. (My room is still in a post-tornado state, and I need to wash all of my clothes, but I don't have any extra pants to wear, which always makes for an interesting challenge, and I don't know what happened to my teaspoon, so I can't make myself lapsang souchong tea...but I find it is much more convenient to simply ignore all of these things and just push around the mountains of stuff on my desk.) I rushed to meet the mini bus, only to have it not show up until maybe 5, and then we packed up and embarked on the 6.5 hour journey to Roy Bridge. We stopped along the way at a place called Rollo's that deep fries EVERYTHING. I asked for "tomato sauce" (ketchup) on my chips (fries) and was at first disappointed to find that it actually did taste more like tomato sauce than ketchup, but I got over that quickly and decided that it was sufficiently tasty. The chicken in my chicken curry was made up of perfect cubes of chicken. Maybe in Scotland when you shred a roast chicken, it comes apart in rectangular cubes. I won't ask questions. Many people enjoyed deep fried Mars or Toffee Crisp bars. Later on I heard from Amy that they taste like pancakes with melted chocolate inside. Apparently actual chocolate chip pancakes have not yet been invented in the UK. Sometime while I am here I am going to organize a wonderful Sunday brunch of chocolate chip pancakes, stuffed croissant French toast, scrambled eggs, and thin crispy smoky bacon. These Brits don't know what they're missing.
When at last we arrived in Roy Bridge at 11:30, we went straight to the pub to enjoy drinks before the bar closed at 12. I tried some pear cider, which was very good. Then we went back to the campsite to set up the tents and go to bed. I wasn't very much help putting the tents together because I couldn't figure out how to put the batteries in my headtorch (here they do not say flashlights, they say torches, which is so much cooler) but there were plenty of other knowledgeable adept campers around so this was fine. At last at 2 I climbed into my sleeping bag, wrapped up in my pink fleece blanket and several layers of clothing and a hat, and...did not go to sleep. I think I did eventually sleep for no less than two and no more than five hours.
Now you get to enjoy pretty pictures instead of just reading. Yay! This is what I got to see when I woke up.
By the way this is the tent I slept in, which everyone took to referring to as the "palace."
I enjoyed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast and got ready to go hiking. This took me maybe 45 minutes but we didn't actually leave until another 45 minutes after that.
I have probably 100-150 beautiful pictures of the mountains. I adamantly refuse to upload these one by one. (If you are curious, just imagine whatever sort of land the Fellowship of the Ring trekked through in the first Lord of the Rings book.) Later today, I will put them all up on photobucket and make a slideshow so that you can actually see them. For now I'm just going to put up pictures with people in them so that anyone in them can put them on Facebook.
The mini bus!
We kept going through gates like these...only one person can walk through at a time, at that part on the left...I have no idea why they are designed this way.
Around here we split up into two groups - the insane people went off to stride across some mountain ridges and potentially cause avalanches, and the rest of us - me, Amy, Daphne, Mark, Darren, and Andy (at least I am 80% sure that was his name) - went on an "easy" walk.
IS IT REALLY SNOW?!?!?! Yes, it probably is. Time for a snow angel.
(Brits get very excited about small patches of snow, which I find slightly amusing, because in Colorado it takes at least 2 feet for us to get this excited about something to play in.)
What the hell, Darren will go ahead and make one as well. Time to rest after a snow angel well done.
A snowball fight could be merited as well.
We ate lunch in the "bothy." You can also apparently sleep here and leave empty bottles of alcohol sitting on the shelf.
"I hate river crossings." "Did that really count as a river?"
See that grass on the left? This resulted from hopping off of that grass into the snow.
Time for more snow angels!
More snowbank-hopping :-)
Amy takes a picture as the snow shines in the sunlight
But little does she know a snowball is heading straight for her
At this point Andy, Amy, Daphne, and Darren decided to climb this hill. You can see them if you look really closely.
Or if you employ the zoom on your camera.
Why didn't I go? BECAUSE FROM FAR AWAY, IT LOOKED LIKE THIS.
Mark and I frolicked in the snow instead.
"I've always wanted to make a snow hole."
Maybe it is actually a haggis burrow. (A haggis is a mysterious animal that scampers over the hillsides of Scotland. Very hard to spot, very easy to find deep-fried at fish and chips shops. Hmmmmm.)
See the haggis prints?
How deep does this @#$%ing snow go?
Quite comfy actually.
The snow hole grew deeper, and I could fit all the way inside it, and everyone else came back and had their picture taken in the snow hole. However, while everyone had climbed the mountain of Mordor, my toes had not been moving very much, and since my boots and socks were wet, my toes were FREEZING cold and I was in a very grumpy mood and refused to be bothered by taking any more pictures. I ended up changing my socks, and between doing that and starting to hike again, I started to feel much better and was cheerful again by the time we reached the mini bus.
Our group got back to the bus about an hour before the other group, so we sat and enjoyed various dried fruits as snacks. We tried to communicate with the other group using the walkie talkie things. It went something like this:
Mark and Andy: "Where are you?"
-----------------static-----------------
"We can't hear anything except static!"
-------sta-----------STATICSTATICSTATIC-------staaaaaatic-------------
"We're sending you text messages! Look at your damn cell phones!"
--STATIC!!!!--
It sounded kind of like something being censored...with static...instead of beeps...but anyway, we began to see a few head torches in the dark, so we waited around, and at last they appeared.
We went back and changed our clothes, and most people made their own food, but a few of us were feeling lazier so we went straight to the pub to enjoy dinner there. I had pork & leek bangers & mash. They were quite amazing.
After a Bailey's and hot chocolate (which was not nearly chocolatey enough), I purchased a pint of something or other. See it right in the middle?
See that fireplace? I put my boots in front of it so that they might actually dry out. But then they turned off the heat for some reason so they didn't fully dry.
Mark claimed the chocolate fudge cake wasn't fudgy enough. It did, however, appear to have chocolate ganache.
Darren tried the haddock and chips. He left one tiny bite of haddock on his plate, because it had some of the salad dressing touching it, and the salad dressing was a bit fishy...pun maybe intended.
Getting closer!
Almost there.
Hooray! I finished my first pint of beer. It wasn't that terribly bad.
After some Bailey's and a pint of beer, I was quite sleepy enough to go right to sleep when I got into my sleeping bag, which had, after all, been the goal.
More pictures of the next day (which was not very exciting in terms of photos) to come soon - I must go somewhere in a few minutes.
Much love!
-Julia
On Friday I enjoyed chicken bakes and cupcakes with Germa and we took a short walk on the path that leads into town, and then I suddenly realized that it was 4 already and rushed back to pack up my things before getting the mini-bus at 4:40. (My room is still in a post-tornado state, and I need to wash all of my clothes, but I don't have any extra pants to wear, which always makes for an interesting challenge, and I don't know what happened to my teaspoon, so I can't make myself lapsang souchong tea...but I find it is much more convenient to simply ignore all of these things and just push around the mountains of stuff on my desk.) I rushed to meet the mini bus, only to have it not show up until maybe 5, and then we packed up and embarked on the 6.5 hour journey to Roy Bridge. We stopped along the way at a place called Rollo's that deep fries EVERYTHING. I asked for "tomato sauce" (ketchup) on my chips (fries) and was at first disappointed to find that it actually did taste more like tomato sauce than ketchup, but I got over that quickly and decided that it was sufficiently tasty. The chicken in my chicken curry was made up of perfect cubes of chicken. Maybe in Scotland when you shred a roast chicken, it comes apart in rectangular cubes. I won't ask questions. Many people enjoyed deep fried Mars or Toffee Crisp bars. Later on I heard from Amy that they taste like pancakes with melted chocolate inside. Apparently actual chocolate chip pancakes have not yet been invented in the UK. Sometime while I am here I am going to organize a wonderful Sunday brunch of chocolate chip pancakes, stuffed croissant French toast, scrambled eggs, and thin crispy smoky bacon. These Brits don't know what they're missing.
When at last we arrived in Roy Bridge at 11:30, we went straight to the pub to enjoy drinks before the bar closed at 12. I tried some pear cider, which was very good. Then we went back to the campsite to set up the tents and go to bed. I wasn't very much help putting the tents together because I couldn't figure out how to put the batteries in my headtorch (here they do not say flashlights, they say torches, which is so much cooler) but there were plenty of other knowledgeable adept campers around so this was fine. At last at 2 I climbed into my sleeping bag, wrapped up in my pink fleece blanket and several layers of clothing and a hat, and...did not go to sleep. I think I did eventually sleep for no less than two and no more than five hours.
Now you get to enjoy pretty pictures instead of just reading. Yay! This is what I got to see when I woke up.
By the way this is the tent I slept in, which everyone took to referring to as the "palace."
I enjoyed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast and got ready to go hiking. This took me maybe 45 minutes but we didn't actually leave until another 45 minutes after that.
I have probably 100-150 beautiful pictures of the mountains. I adamantly refuse to upload these one by one. (If you are curious, just imagine whatever sort of land the Fellowship of the Ring trekked through in the first Lord of the Rings book.) Later today, I will put them all up on photobucket and make a slideshow so that you can actually see them. For now I'm just going to put up pictures with people in them so that anyone in them can put them on Facebook.
The mini bus!
We kept going through gates like these...only one person can walk through at a time, at that part on the left...I have no idea why they are designed this way.
Around here we split up into two groups - the insane people went off to stride across some mountain ridges and potentially cause avalanches, and the rest of us - me, Amy, Daphne, Mark, Darren, and Andy (at least I am 80% sure that was his name) - went on an "easy" walk.
IS IT REALLY SNOW?!?!?! Yes, it probably is. Time for a snow angel.
(Brits get very excited about small patches of snow, which I find slightly amusing, because in Colorado it takes at least 2 feet for us to get this excited about something to play in.)
What the hell, Darren will go ahead and make one as well. Time to rest after a snow angel well done.
A snowball fight could be merited as well.
We ate lunch in the "bothy." You can also apparently sleep here and leave empty bottles of alcohol sitting on the shelf.
"I hate river crossings." "Did that really count as a river?"
See that grass on the left? This resulted from hopping off of that grass into the snow.
Time for more snow angels!
More snowbank-hopping :-)
Amy takes a picture as the snow shines in the sunlight
But little does she know a snowball is heading straight for her
At this point Andy, Amy, Daphne, and Darren decided to climb this hill. You can see them if you look really closely.
Or if you employ the zoom on your camera.
Why didn't I go? BECAUSE FROM FAR AWAY, IT LOOKED LIKE THIS.
Mark and I frolicked in the snow instead.
"I've always wanted to make a snow hole."
Maybe it is actually a haggis burrow. (A haggis is a mysterious animal that scampers over the hillsides of Scotland. Very hard to spot, very easy to find deep-fried at fish and chips shops. Hmmmmm.)
See the haggis prints?
How deep does this @#$%ing snow go?
Quite comfy actually.
The snow hole grew deeper, and I could fit all the way inside it, and everyone else came back and had their picture taken in the snow hole. However, while everyone had climbed the mountain of Mordor, my toes had not been moving very much, and since my boots and socks were wet, my toes were FREEZING cold and I was in a very grumpy mood and refused to be bothered by taking any more pictures. I ended up changing my socks, and between doing that and starting to hike again, I started to feel much better and was cheerful again by the time we reached the mini bus.
Our group got back to the bus about an hour before the other group, so we sat and enjoyed various dried fruits as snacks. We tried to communicate with the other group using the walkie talkie things. It went something like this:
Mark and Andy: "Where are you?"
-----------------static-----------------
"We can't hear anything except static!"
-------sta-----------STATICSTATICSTATIC-------staaaaaatic-------------
"We're sending you text messages! Look at your damn cell phones!"
--STATIC!!!!--
It sounded kind of like something being censored...with static...instead of beeps...but anyway, we began to see a few head torches in the dark, so we waited around, and at last they appeared.
We went back and changed our clothes, and most people made their own food, but a few of us were feeling lazier so we went straight to the pub to enjoy dinner there. I had pork & leek bangers & mash. They were quite amazing.
After a Bailey's and hot chocolate (which was not nearly chocolatey enough), I purchased a pint of something or other. See it right in the middle?
See that fireplace? I put my boots in front of it so that they might actually dry out. But then they turned off the heat for some reason so they didn't fully dry.
Mark claimed the chocolate fudge cake wasn't fudgy enough. It did, however, appear to have chocolate ganache.
Darren tried the haddock and chips. He left one tiny bite of haddock on his plate, because it had some of the salad dressing touching it, and the salad dressing was a bit fishy...pun maybe intended.
Getting closer!
Almost there.
Hooray! I finished my first pint of beer. It wasn't that terribly bad.
After some Bailey's and a pint of beer, I was quite sleepy enough to go right to sleep when I got into my sleeping bag, which had, after all, been the goal.
More pictures of the next day (which was not very exciting in terms of photos) to come soon - I must go somewhere in a few minutes.
Much love!
-Julia
Friday, January 30, 2009
Further linguistics joy
Today we discussed American English in my linguistics class. We got to a slide about differences in slang between American and British English. Consider the following scenarios:
-An American walking into her job in a UK office and being told that one of her coworkers is "outside blowing a fag."
-A Brit walking into a stationery store and asking for a "rubber."
-A Brit walking into an American bar and asking the bartender if he can "pinch a fag."
-An American explaining that he has relationship problems and being told that he should just "keep his pecker up."
In British English, you see, a fag is a cigarette, a rubber is (I assume) an eraser, and pecker is overall cheerfulness. As you know, we Americans interpret these terms quite differently.
Lori and I were DYING of laughter when we read these and we kept giggling silently through the rest of class...but I'm not sure the Brits understood what all of these phrases meant because none of them were laughing at all.
My Simon Schama "A History of Britain" DVDs have arrived at last! I am very excited for the nerdy movie nights that will begin in the near future.
As some of you may already be aware, I am going camping and hiking in Roy Bridge, Scotland this weekend (Google has pretty pictures of this area, so I am quite excited). Tomorrow the forecast indicates a 70% chance of rain. Sunday's prediction, however, includes a picture of a sun, even if it is a sun covered partially by a cloud, so I have high hopes for semi-decent hiking conditions. We will be staying at an actual campsite, which will have "sinks," and I remain unsure whether "sinks" includes toilets as well. If you can bring water in for a sink, I'd assume you can bring water in for a toilet. But I suppose I'll find out.
(By the way, Brits do not say "bathroom" the way that we do. A bathroom includes a shower. When you want to use the bathroom, you need to ask where the "toilets" are, or they might just come out and tell you that they do have toilets but they don't have bathrooms. A lot of my friends seem to have difficulty adjusting to this, as they still feel that "toilet" is not a polite term, but I guess I've gotten used to it very quickly. Still have yet to make British friends. I should get to know some people over the weekend, so perhaps in the near future I'll be able to provide you with more enlightening and amusing insights into English culture.)
Much love! Pictures of the Scottish highlands to come SOON!
-An American walking into her job in a UK office and being told that one of her coworkers is "outside blowing a fag."
-A Brit walking into a stationery store and asking for a "rubber."
-A Brit walking into an American bar and asking the bartender if he can "pinch a fag."
-An American explaining that he has relationship problems and being told that he should just "keep his pecker up."
In British English, you see, a fag is a cigarette, a rubber is (I assume) an eraser, and pecker is overall cheerfulness. As you know, we Americans interpret these terms quite differently.
Lori and I were DYING of laughter when we read these and we kept giggling silently through the rest of class...but I'm not sure the Brits understood what all of these phrases meant because none of them were laughing at all.
My Simon Schama "A History of Britain" DVDs have arrived at last! I am very excited for the nerdy movie nights that will begin in the near future.
As some of you may already be aware, I am going camping and hiking in Roy Bridge, Scotland this weekend (Google has pretty pictures of this area, so I am quite excited). Tomorrow the forecast indicates a 70% chance of rain. Sunday's prediction, however, includes a picture of a sun, even if it is a sun covered partially by a cloud, so I have high hopes for semi-decent hiking conditions. We will be staying at an actual campsite, which will have "sinks," and I remain unsure whether "sinks" includes toilets as well. If you can bring water in for a sink, I'd assume you can bring water in for a toilet. But I suppose I'll find out.
(By the way, Brits do not say "bathroom" the way that we do. A bathroom includes a shower. When you want to use the bathroom, you need to ask where the "toilets" are, or they might just come out and tell you that they do have toilets but they don't have bathrooms. A lot of my friends seem to have difficulty adjusting to this, as they still feel that "toilet" is not a polite term, but I guess I've gotten used to it very quickly. Still have yet to make British friends. I should get to know some people over the weekend, so perhaps in the near future I'll be able to provide you with more enlightening and amusing insights into English culture.)
Much love! Pictures of the Scottish highlands to come SOON!
Monday, January 26, 2009
Photos of Liverpool and the canal path
Today I did nothing except read Jane Eyre, go for a walk to Galgate with Germa, and enjoy free dinner from Globe Cafe while being amused by Falcon's British-Chinese accent. I'm not sure how I dissipated all of the hours in between. But it has been a very enjoyable and relaxing day.
Photos!
Across the street from the bus station
A church that was mostly destroyed in WWII
Lori and Saudya
Metropolitan Cathedral of Christ the King
I am deeply in love with this building. It is extraordinary. Sublime even? (OH NO! The S word! Jeff, you will just have to deal with it. I promise it was sublime.)
This is inside the Liverpool Cathedral. Slightly more commercialized...much less beautiful....
A cafe and a gift shop. No, they are not outside the cathedral, they are inside. Commercialism much?
On top of the tower of Liverpool Cathedral!
That view extends to Wales. You can see the mountains of Wales in the background.
BLUE SKY!
This restaurant was fantastic. Very inexpensive, very delicious food, and it was really cute inside.
Entrance to Chinatown
Flags for Chinese New Year celebrations
I just love the juxtaposition of the ride and the cathedral....
Docks
Penny Lane!
Our bus!
George Harrison house?...maybe?.....
This just amused me. I really don't know why. I don't want to think about it much either. It just makes me laugh.
Strawberry Fields forever!
John Lennon's house at some point in time. Probably between the ages of 4 and 4 1/2, that seemed to be the general trend.
One of the many parks in Liverpool as seen out the window
See, I think this actually WAS George Harrison's house....hmmmmm.
The Cavern Club is awesome inside. Someday I will go back there and actually have a drink. It's just so damn cool.
We couldn't resist taking pictures of these...this was at the Rococo Cafe where we enjoyed dessert.
Lemon and chocolate cake. I had coffee cake, it was delicious.
The next day I woke up and it was sunny and so I decided to go for a walk!
Okay, so if you look at that cottage in the middle, and you look right under it, you see a little black dot, and that black dot is a cat.
BLUE SKY IN LANCASTER!!!!
The puddles all reflected the sky and were very beautiful.
Canal path
Patos!
Maman et bebe moutons!!!
I had quite an adventure navigating these puddles, which often expanded to take up the entire path. I at last figured out how Elizabeth Bennett became covered in mud on her walk to Netherfield.
Leaves!
More mama and baby sheep!
Town is near! Almost there!
View of the town from the castle
Castle!
Priory church
View from the priory church
MOUNTAINS WITH SNOW!!!!!!!!
Typical street in Lancaster. I can work my way around Lancaster by looking at the slope of the street. I have no idea how the streets intersect, but I know the geography well enough that I can figure out what is down and what is up.
Back on campus
Photos!
Across the street from the bus station
A church that was mostly destroyed in WWII
Lori and Saudya
Metropolitan Cathedral of Christ the King
I am deeply in love with this building. It is extraordinary. Sublime even? (OH NO! The S word! Jeff, you will just have to deal with it. I promise it was sublime.)
This is inside the Liverpool Cathedral. Slightly more commercialized...much less beautiful....
A cafe and a gift shop. No, they are not outside the cathedral, they are inside. Commercialism much?
On top of the tower of Liverpool Cathedral!
That view extends to Wales. You can see the mountains of Wales in the background.
BLUE SKY!
This restaurant was fantastic. Very inexpensive, very delicious food, and it was really cute inside.
Entrance to Chinatown
Flags for Chinese New Year celebrations
I just love the juxtaposition of the ride and the cathedral....
Docks
Penny Lane!
Our bus!
George Harrison house?...maybe?.....
This just amused me. I really don't know why. I don't want to think about it much either. It just makes me laugh.
Strawberry Fields forever!
John Lennon's house at some point in time. Probably between the ages of 4 and 4 1/2, that seemed to be the general trend.
One of the many parks in Liverpool as seen out the window
See, I think this actually WAS George Harrison's house....hmmmmm.
The Cavern Club is awesome inside. Someday I will go back there and actually have a drink. It's just so damn cool.
We couldn't resist taking pictures of these...this was at the Rococo Cafe where we enjoyed dessert.
Lemon and chocolate cake. I had coffee cake, it was delicious.
The next day I woke up and it was sunny and so I decided to go for a walk!
Okay, so if you look at that cottage in the middle, and you look right under it, you see a little black dot, and that black dot is a cat.
BLUE SKY IN LANCASTER!!!!
The puddles all reflected the sky and were very beautiful.
Canal path
Patos!
Maman et bebe moutons!!!
I had quite an adventure navigating these puddles, which often expanded to take up the entire path. I at last figured out how Elizabeth Bennett became covered in mud on her walk to Netherfield.
Leaves!
More mama and baby sheep!
Town is near! Almost there!
View of the town from the castle
Castle!
Priory church
View from the priory church
MOUNTAINS WITH SNOW!!!!!!!!
Typical street in Lancaster. I can work my way around Lancaster by looking at the slope of the street. I have no idea how the streets intersect, but I know the geography well enough that I can figure out what is down and what is up.
Back on campus
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