After our Tuesday morning tour, Maggie and I adventured out to Borghese park with a few stops on the way, including one stop at a cafe called Ristoranti Sabatini where we ordered a "Cafe e Gelato": our own off-the-menu invention of espresso served over vanilla gelato. The idea for this concoction came from a cafe in Kilkenny, Ireland called the Mug Shot where Maggie ordered a delicious drink made from those two ingredients. Separately both are delicious, but together they become a divine infusion! For some reason, we haven't found a duplicate to match the exquisite taste as that found at Mug Shot. Nevertheless, I'm sure we'll continue to order it in Italy and maybe find it's Italian match!
One thing about Italian cafes is that the majority are bar-style cafes where one drinks their espresso at the bar, which is precisely why cafes here are called "bars", not to be confused with our idea of what a bar is. To sit down costs extra. At first, this idea perplexed me. I'm so used to the idea of sitting down to enjoy a nice cup of coffee, certainly not rushing to drink it. The idea here is that if one wants to sit down to enjoy a cup of espresso, he must pay for not just for the espresso, but for the conversation that accompanies it. This is why one never drinks alone, if he does then he drinks quickly at the bar. Paying an extra euro to sit down is normal for one sits to enjoy it and the company he is with. Paying extra to sit down is to pay for a long, enjoyable conversation with a friend! I'm so accustomed to ordering my coffee to go, but here a to-go cup consists of a dinky plastic Solo cup. I'd rather just drink it at the bar then get it to go, although no matter where you have it the espresso here is fabulous!
Continuing on our way to Borghese park led us through the Trevi Fountain and eventually up the Spanish Steps! Not but a five minute walk from the Spanish steps is the beautiful Borghese Park. Thanks to the Borghese Family we're able to enjoy such beautiful places such as these. Much of Rome's restoration is due to this family's wealth! A couple of hours were spent reading and just chatting away at this park that overlooks Piazza del Popolo and Vatican City. We sat specifically in an area where we could see the top of St. Peter's from our "hot spot" on the grass. A kind of cloudy-ness filled the air throughout the city. I've noticed that in a lot of places within Rome and Italy. The air isn't ever fully clear, it seems. Is it smog?
I watched the many couples enjoying themselves in the park. What a beautiful setting to share one's company! The majority of the benches were filled with couples in love. They seemed to exist in a certain timelessness--enveloped in each other. Something about this city evokes such a feeling! One thing seemed to be missing, and that was the laughter of children. I haven't seen a lot children in or around the Rome area. I don't know if it's because they're in school, but I rarely see young children running in the streets or at the park. This park is great for people watching and/or reading. It's open yet full of trees which are a welcome invitation for people such as Maggie and I who love spreading underneath their branches with a big blanket and picnic for a lovely afternoon of talking and reading! It felt very safe and offered much shade as a relief from the warm sun.
On another note, a couple of things have surprised me about the city. Although I've slowly become used to seeing them everywhere, various fountains fill Rome's streets. There is no reason to ever feel a need to buy water here--just keep refilling a water bottle. A drinking fountain can be found at almost every street corner and, if not, somewhere in between. I'm amazed that anyone and everyone can fill up at these fountains--nothing like our boring water fountains in the U.S. These fountains were made eloquently out of stone. The water pouring out of them is refreshing and tasteless!
Another surprising thing and something that has taken me longer to get used to is the graffiti that covers the city's walls, streets, buses, etc. Graffiti lines beautiful architectural structures and seeks to destroy Rome's beauty. I've learned to look past it, although some might argue that it gives Rome character--an urban feel. Personally, I'm greatly saddened by its impotence on Rome's history and beauty. That's not to say that graffiti in itself isn't a sort of art form that can be beautiful in the right context--but, as an act of vandalism, I find it destructive. Looking beyond, the important thing is that Rome's beauty still remains intact despite the array of graffiti that paints its many walls.
Until next time, ciao!
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
A Day in the Life of (a wanna be) Roman
One week has past. The beginning of my journey to the Eternal City has felt like forever ago. I have done so much already. My philosophy is to waste no time; take of advantage of the time we are given!!
Saturday I adventured out on my own. Surprising? No. I immediately felt a sort of inner connection with the city. Getting around can be an adventure. If you don't know what you're doing, you WILL get lost. Having had experience in London and Dublin with the transportation system, I was prepared to tackle the Italian buses. My conclusion thus far: prepare yourself for rude, obnoxious people, dirty buses, and what I like to call "butt swiping". The term "butt swiping" refers to the act done when a bus is so packed that in order to get in or out you have to squeeze yourself in between people, the majority of who had their butts turned toward yours. It's not pleasant.
Luckily, on my first solo adventure, I had no problems. Along with my pride, I like to believe I have a certain invincible nature about me. Whether this is a good thing or not, I have not decided. If one carries himself in a certain way--a way that is confident and dignified, which means dressing well along with other things--and makes oneself a part of the culture by doing the same things those around him are doing with no sign of confusion or ignorance, then there is no reason why he should be a target for theft or other acts of violence. My testing of this theory has so far resulted in what I thought: that how one carries himself can make it or break it. Holding oneself in confidence, looking straight ahead and making no eye contact, determined and knowledgeable is key to avoiding contact. It sounds ridiculous maybe, but it works!
Believe it or not, I was still able to fully enjoy my Roman experience. I like to think of it as the perfect day in Rome--because it was! It was absolutely gorgeous. I often caught myself throughout the day just stopping to look around and pinching myself. Was I really in Rome? Was the beauty that surrounded me really there? Were these the same roads that so many great men and women had walked before me? I find myself having to do this quite often because taking in so much can be so overwhelming. It's so easy to just pass by everything and not take it in. For me, I need time to reflect and contemplate in order to really take it in. That is why I needed to adventure out on my own, to walk the same streets I had done before, but with a different mind-set. The amazing thing was that what I saw--the same things I saw a couple of days before--appeared in a different light in my mind. I took my time to look and gaze at things. Setting no time restriction for myself allowed me to take the back roads and see things I would not have seen. I sat outside a cafe overlooking Piazza Navona. The once pagan piazza has since been Christianized but the fountains still display pagan gods as a reminder of Rome's past. As I sat and drank my cappuccino, I enjoyed the warm, Fall sun beating down. The few hours spent there flew as I engaged myself in a good book! The Colosseum was not but a ten minute walk. Passing Piazza Venezia on my way to the Colosseum was an adventure in itself. I weaved myself in and out of taxis and buses. I made it through alive. I swear, my guardian angel has been working overtime! The Colosseum this time around (I had see just the outside two days prior) was a different experience. I sat outside basking in the sun and just looking at it in awe, imagining myself over 2000 years ago as an early Christian. What was going through their minds? Would I be as strong to die for Christ (I can only hope)? What was going through the minds of those who saw these events as entertainment? I took my time inside making sure to appreciate every angle and trying to live each step as one might have thousands of years ago.
I couldn't end my day without Gelato. How can you not end with a perfect cup? And, I knew the perfect place to go: Old Bridge Gelateria near the Vatican. The long lines might deter people at first, but this Gelato is worth waiting for. When I arrived the line was stretched to the end of the corner. I had walked all this way, I was, no doubt, going to wait for the best Gelato in town. My order: a small pistachio gelato in a cup with whipped cream! I never feel guilty spending only 1.50 euro on this small because it's more like a large! As I passed St. Peter's square with my pistachio gelato, I thanked God for another perfect day in Rome!
I'm sure there will be many more adventures to come! I can't wait!
Saturday I adventured out on my own. Surprising? No. I immediately felt a sort of inner connection with the city. Getting around can be an adventure. If you don't know what you're doing, you WILL get lost. Having had experience in London and Dublin with the transportation system, I was prepared to tackle the Italian buses. My conclusion thus far: prepare yourself for rude, obnoxious people, dirty buses, and what I like to call "butt swiping". The term "butt swiping" refers to the act done when a bus is so packed that in order to get in or out you have to squeeze yourself in between people, the majority of who had their butts turned toward yours. It's not pleasant.
Luckily, on my first solo adventure, I had no problems. Along with my pride, I like to believe I have a certain invincible nature about me. Whether this is a good thing or not, I have not decided. If one carries himself in a certain way--a way that is confident and dignified, which means dressing well along with other things--and makes oneself a part of the culture by doing the same things those around him are doing with no sign of confusion or ignorance, then there is no reason why he should be a target for theft or other acts of violence. My testing of this theory has so far resulted in what I thought: that how one carries himself can make it or break it. Holding oneself in confidence, looking straight ahead and making no eye contact, determined and knowledgeable is key to avoiding contact. It sounds ridiculous maybe, but it works!
Believe it or not, I was still able to fully enjoy my Roman experience. I like to think of it as the perfect day in Rome--because it was! It was absolutely gorgeous. I often caught myself throughout the day just stopping to look around and pinching myself. Was I really in Rome? Was the beauty that surrounded me really there? Were these the same roads that so many great men and women had walked before me? I find myself having to do this quite often because taking in so much can be so overwhelming. It's so easy to just pass by everything and not take it in. For me, I need time to reflect and contemplate in order to really take it in. That is why I needed to adventure out on my own, to walk the same streets I had done before, but with a different mind-set. The amazing thing was that what I saw--the same things I saw a couple of days before--appeared in a different light in my mind. I took my time to look and gaze at things. Setting no time restriction for myself allowed me to take the back roads and see things I would not have seen. I sat outside a cafe overlooking Piazza Navona. The once pagan piazza has since been Christianized but the fountains still display pagan gods as a reminder of Rome's past. As I sat and drank my cappuccino, I enjoyed the warm, Fall sun beating down. The few hours spent there flew as I engaged myself in a good book! The Colosseum was not but a ten minute walk. Passing Piazza Venezia on my way to the Colosseum was an adventure in itself. I weaved myself in and out of taxis and buses. I made it through alive. I swear, my guardian angel has been working overtime! The Colosseum this time around (I had see just the outside two days prior) was a different experience. I sat outside basking in the sun and just looking at it in awe, imagining myself over 2000 years ago as an early Christian. What was going through their minds? Would I be as strong to die for Christ (I can only hope)? What was going through the minds of those who saw these events as entertainment? I took my time inside making sure to appreciate every angle and trying to live each step as one might have thousands of years ago.
I couldn't end my day without Gelato. How can you not end with a perfect cup? And, I knew the perfect place to go: Old Bridge Gelateria near the Vatican. The long lines might deter people at first, but this Gelato is worth waiting for. When I arrived the line was stretched to the end of the corner. I had walked all this way, I was, no doubt, going to wait for the best Gelato in town. My order: a small pistachio gelato in a cup with whipped cream! I never feel guilty spending only 1.50 euro on this small because it's more like a large! As I passed St. Peter's square with my pistachio gelato, I thanked God for another perfect day in Rome!
I'm sure there will be many more adventures to come! I can't wait!
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Roma, day 1
I'm sitting on my bed! Finally a bed that I can call my own for the next three months--finally a PLACE I can call home for the next three months!
I loved traveling for the past ten days and seeing so much country. We covered a lot! Not only did we walk all of London, we saw the beautiful English country side from our train from London to Holyhead. From there, we were able to see a lot of Ireland: Dublin, Galway, Kilkenny, Cork, and Cobh! What a beautiful country. Having the opportunity to travel wherever and whenever we wanted was so worth it! The luxury of the traveler on his own is that he can travel to the places he wants to go without restriction. He sets a time for himself to explore beyond the tourist attractions to the heart of the country--to the heart of the people. He is able to observe how others live! Another part of our journeys that I enjoyed is not having an idea of time, apart from having to get to trains and buses. Other than that, time meant nothing. There is so much freedom in not being constricted by time, which I have learned from the English and Irish. They know how to enjoy a break and enjoy people!
This is where I must pause to defer the topic, somewhat, to a conversation Maggie and I had about this on one of our many long bus rides. The idea of investing ourselves in another person can sometimes be a very scary thought. The reason why so many relationships fail (and not just marriages) is because people either don't want to or don't know how to truly invest himself in a relationship. Why? The root lies in fear. Fear of being misunderstood--or even more, the fear of not being accepted. One fails to open up and truly express himself--his opinions--because of this very thing which holds him back. To see how so many in England and Ireland loved the company of others opened my eyes to what I see lacking, at large, in the U.S.: genuine relationships and really getting to know a person--the deep stuff the everyone likes to avoid. I fail at this myself on so many levels, but this is something that I really want to work on!
Today's trip to Rome has carried with it many new experiences. Each place we go is a different experience. The scenery is different, the language is different, and the people are different, as witnessed today on arriving at the Da Vinci airport. The Roman people are definitely more loud and flamboyant people. Being accustomed to the lovely hospitality of the Irish made Italians seem rude. But, I'm not judging them yet considering this is only my first day. I do have to say, no matter if they are, I love experiencing the differences. I like to take everything in and, if I can, learn from the different cultures and how they interact. I want to extend my constricted view of the world so as to be open to what lies beyond what I know!
I have already said this to a lot of people inquiring about my trip thus far, but I cannot emphasize how much traveling must be experienced by each person in order for him to understand the importance of stepping outside oneself to view the world in a different light, and hopefully with an open heart. It is a process of growth. As my RD of the campus I'm staying at said: "Because you are away from all that you are used to and totally taken out of your normal situation, it is such an opportunity for enormous growth and a deeper transformative conversion. So take advantage of the opportunities that you have to open the door to the Lord and let Him form your soul." I plan on taking full advantage of the three months I have left--to view, with an open heart, the world in which I live. I can only hope that it will prove to be a truly transformative experience, after which I can say that I have no regrets. The growth that I hope to experience is something that could be so subtle that I don't even see it in myself, or the conversion might be one so deep that I'll look back on myself in three months time and see a different person. The idea of not knowing what lies ahead for me is exciting. One might fear the idea of not knowing, but I look at it as a period to work on relying on God to lead me on paths that I never could have imagined. And, that is why traveling is so much more than just viewing new places, it's the journey, not necessarily the destination.
I have learned so much thus far, which makes me excited for what is to come!
Buona Notte
I loved traveling for the past ten days and seeing so much country. We covered a lot! Not only did we walk all of London, we saw the beautiful English country side from our train from London to Holyhead. From there, we were able to see a lot of Ireland: Dublin, Galway, Kilkenny, Cork, and Cobh! What a beautiful country. Having the opportunity to travel wherever and whenever we wanted was so worth it! The luxury of the traveler on his own is that he can travel to the places he wants to go without restriction. He sets a time for himself to explore beyond the tourist attractions to the heart of the country--to the heart of the people. He is able to observe how others live! Another part of our journeys that I enjoyed is not having an idea of time, apart from having to get to trains and buses. Other than that, time meant nothing. There is so much freedom in not being constricted by time, which I have learned from the English and Irish. They know how to enjoy a break and enjoy people!
This is where I must pause to defer the topic, somewhat, to a conversation Maggie and I had about this on one of our many long bus rides. The idea of investing ourselves in another person can sometimes be a very scary thought. The reason why so many relationships fail (and not just marriages) is because people either don't want to or don't know how to truly invest himself in a relationship. Why? The root lies in fear. Fear of being misunderstood--or even more, the fear of not being accepted. One fails to open up and truly express himself--his opinions--because of this very thing which holds him back. To see how so many in England and Ireland loved the company of others opened my eyes to what I see lacking, at large, in the U.S.: genuine relationships and really getting to know a person--the deep stuff the everyone likes to avoid. I fail at this myself on so many levels, but this is something that I really want to work on!
Today's trip to Rome has carried with it many new experiences. Each place we go is a different experience. The scenery is different, the language is different, and the people are different, as witnessed today on arriving at the Da Vinci airport. The Roman people are definitely more loud and flamboyant people. Being accustomed to the lovely hospitality of the Irish made Italians seem rude. But, I'm not judging them yet considering this is only my first day. I do have to say, no matter if they are, I love experiencing the differences. I like to take everything in and, if I can, learn from the different cultures and how they interact. I want to extend my constricted view of the world so as to be open to what lies beyond what I know!
I have already said this to a lot of people inquiring about my trip thus far, but I cannot emphasize how much traveling must be experienced by each person in order for him to understand the importance of stepping outside oneself to view the world in a different light, and hopefully with an open heart. It is a process of growth. As my RD of the campus I'm staying at said: "Because you are away from all that you are used to and totally taken out of your normal situation, it is such an opportunity for enormous growth and a deeper transformative conversion. So take advantage of the opportunities that you have to open the door to the Lord and let Him form your soul." I plan on taking full advantage of the three months I have left--to view, with an open heart, the world in which I live. I can only hope that it will prove to be a truly transformative experience, after which I can say that I have no regrets. The growth that I hope to experience is something that could be so subtle that I don't even see it in myself, or the conversion might be one so deep that I'll look back on myself in three months time and see a different person. The idea of not knowing what lies ahead for me is exciting. One might fear the idea of not knowing, but I look at it as a period to work on relying on God to lead me on paths that I never could have imagined. And, that is why traveling is so much more than just viewing new places, it's the journey, not necessarily the destination.
I have learned so much thus far, which makes me excited for what is to come!
Buona Notte
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Galway: My favorite place in all of Ireland (thus far)
Today's journey proved to be one full of insight into understanding the heart of the Irish. Traveling to the opposite coast of Ireland, I was able to view a new side of Ireland. What I saw along the way and what I experienced in Galway was surreal. It was an experience I'll never forget. Although, it was a quick day trip--3 hours to the coast by bus, 7 hours in Galway, and 3 hours back to Dublin--we were able to delve into the heart of Galway and experience Ireland--the Ireland that I've always fantasized about. I say it's surreal because it felt like we were in a movie the whole time. The buildings, the shore, the feel of the sea wind against your face were all signs that we had indeed arrived in Ireland. The more I'm here, the more I feel like my heart could stay! I feel a part of it for some reason. My ancestors came from here. I have even found myself talking like the Irish--being surrounded by them, it's hard not to. The accent here is something that I love!
There is something about the Irish--a certain charm. They have a certain hearty character to them. I noticed this especially in Galway, where the people are sea people--they live right along the shore! There exists a certain roughness in their character; they're strong-headed and stubborn.
Last night, Maggie and I were able to experience, again, the friendly hospitality of the Irish people. Not but a minute after ordering our drinks at Temple Bar, two lawyers struck conversation with us--it lasted the whole night...and them buying all our drinks! They even brought us to the oldest pub in Dublin called The Stag's Head for one last drink! It was a night I'll always remember--full of good conversation!
So much is to be learned by those outside our own culture. Opening our mind to the world around us is so beneficial to our world view. It's not so much being open minded as it is understanding the world we are in. It is so easy to maintain a close view of the world we know. Without any understanding of how others live and interact, we set ourselves up for a life that can limit us and limit our understanding. A whole new world is opened when one allows himself to go beyond himself--to give of himself and to allow himself to be open to understanding and gaining knowledge of the world.
There is something about the Irish--a certain charm. They have a certain hearty character to them. I noticed this especially in Galway, where the people are sea people--they live right along the shore! There exists a certain roughness in their character; they're strong-headed and stubborn.
Last night, Maggie and I were able to experience, again, the friendly hospitality of the Irish people. Not but a minute after ordering our drinks at Temple Bar, two lawyers struck conversation with us--it lasted the whole night...and them buying all our drinks! They even brought us to the oldest pub in Dublin called The Stag's Head for one last drink! It was a night I'll always remember--full of good conversation!
So much is to be learned by those outside our own culture. Opening our mind to the world around us is so beneficial to our world view. It's not so much being open minded as it is understanding the world we are in. It is so easy to maintain a close view of the world we know. Without any understanding of how others live and interact, we set ourselves up for a life that can limit us and limit our understanding. A whole new world is opened when one allows himself to go beyond himself--to give of himself and to allow himself to be open to understanding and gaining knowledge of the world.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Traveling: An Authentic Growing Experience
Where do I begin? Where did I leave off? So much has happened already.
Since my last post, I have left London. The last days in London were the best. We saw so much and were able to go back to some of our favorite places. Both Maggie and I fell in love with two places: Tea Pod and Serpentine. The Tea Pod was a quaint tea house near Tower Bridge, tucked away behind Butler’s Wharf. It was an gem, undiscovered by the many tourists who swarm London every day. The second, Serpentine, was a Kitchen and café along a pond in Hyde Park! What attracted us to it was its appealing atmosphere. Inside was full of warm colors, where couches and wooden tables were a warm invitation to sit down. The menu itself included coffee and a variety of teas served in pots! The food ranged from fresh fruits and pastries to smoked duck salad with figs, strawberries and gooseberries, which I ordered, which I’d recommend to anyone who might have the privilege of visiting Serpentine on their next trip to London!
Our last day in London was my favorite--I think it was because by that time I had already had a better, more general idea of London. We visited a beautiful church--a whole in the wall sanctuary--that had a beautiful Mass! Beforehand we had stopped quickly at store to grab some fruit, cheese and wine for a picnic after! We found St. Henry’s Square not far from the Church where we sat on a bench underneath the sun and enjoyed our cheese, fruit, and wine! It was delightful. On our way back to the Tea Pod, we traveled by foot, as we did everywhere throughout London with a few exceptions, to St. Paul’s Cathedral on towards Somerset House. Housed here was Courtauld Gallery! The collection in this Gallery was quite extensive. Some of my favorites were Seurat, Monet, Manet, Renoir, and Degas!!! I enjoyed this so much--as I have such an appreciation for art. We crossed Waterloo bridge to Gabriel’s Wharf, which was full people eating good food and shopping at the many vendors. It was extra crowed because it was a Sunday. Maggie and I stopped for Pimm’s and Lemonade to drink while we were walking!
I’m amazed at how much we walked! We decided to walk everywhere so that we could see more (and save money)! We must have walked miles and miles a day! I’m glad we did, even though our feet felt it each night.
Early Monday morning, Maggie and I made our way out of Kings Cross YHA hostel to Euston station! Our next destination: Dublin! I’m so glad that we decided to travel by train and ferry to Dublin, because the scenery on the way was so worth it. The entire train ride was fully of beautiful English country--full of rolling hills and farmland. Some of the English farmhouses had so much character. Sheep and cows freckled the lush, green pastures!! It was breathtaking. Arriving at Holyhead port, we were greeted by a biting breeze and cool mist. I knew we were near the Irish Sea--I could feel and smell it! I was so excited to finally see Ireland--I think even more so that I was to see England! The bus drove us onto the ferry. Upon entering the ferry, we were surprised to see carpet and leather seating. It was humongous--like a cruise ship! We definitely enjoyed our journey across the Irish Sea, although Maggie felt a little of sea sickness! Surprisingly, I didn’t.
Traveling on the bus from the port to the heart of Dublin, I was surprised at the differences between London and Dublin. Dublin isn’t as clean as London. Maybe it had something to do with the cloudy weather, but Dublin seemed more grey. The buildings were more grey--they weren’t embellished with lovely flowers as were most of London buildings. Dublin is definitely not as large as London is, so getting around is a lot easier. We arrived at our hostel about five minutes later: Paddy’s Palace. It was a couple of steps down from our clean, chic hostel in London. As I climbed down the stairs into the basement-like area where our room was, I knew that it was going to be a different experience from London--a more authentic hostel experience. We have a ten person female room. There are five bunks and the bathroom is down the hall. The bathroom has two stalls, two sinks and one very small shower. I’m not going to lie, it’s not them most sanitary place, but I’m a traveler--I must live with flexibility and be open to taking every experience as a learning experience. I’m really working on being more free-spirited!
We didn’t waste any time. We dropped our luggage off in our room and headed out to find a pub! By this time it was getting dark and raining! We were prepared with our umbrellas! We happened upon “The Celt”! From the outside it looks like a little whole in the wall. We thought we’d give it a shot. We went it and were pleasantly surprised. The night proved to be an authentic Irish experience--we listened to authentic Irish music, at authentic Irish food, and Maggie drank authentic Irish Guinness--and our drinks were FREE! After our first drink, we tried paying and the bar tender said that we should have another--it was on the house! So we did! I’m liking Dublin A LOT so far! If every pub experience is like this, we’re going to have a cheap stay here in Dublin!!!
It was so fun because Maggie and I were able to converse about our journey so far. We both agreed we’ve learned so much already. Having this opportunity at the time it came out has proven to be perfect! I think it has been helpful having traveled before--I have been able to grow in different ways and see things in a more mature light. One thing we both realized, is that Europeans thus far--at last the English and the Irish--have a deeper appreciation for life. They love conversation--good conversation! They love to enjoy walks in the park, tea with friends, and a pint at the pub. They’re so friendly and approachable! Even if they were to just meet you for one night and know they’d never see you again, they’d devote just as much time getting to know you!
Today, Maggie and I awoke early to get a start to our day. We decided we would see the majority of Dublin--or what we wanted to see of Dublin--today! It is definitely do-able in one day, especially since we’ve been used to walking so much already in London. We started off with Trinity College, then St. Stpehen’s Green where, again, the park proved to be a truly enjoyable experience--swans, ducks, and pigeons. I just wish I had some bread to feed them! We stopped by Cleo’s--a wool store full of lovely sheep wool sweaters and scarves! Next we went to St. Patrick’s Cathedral--a breathtaking sight, although the inside wasn’t worth going to see and not worth paying five euros for.
Next, Guinness Storehouse! What an experience! I enjoyed learning how Guinness is processed and brewed--quite an extensive process. You’d be surprised at how much goes into a making the much loved Irish beer. It tastes SO much better than an Guinness in America--it doesn’t travel well. You haven’t tasted Guinness until you’ve tasted authentic Irish Guinness. We got to pour our own pint--my favorite part!
We headed to Dublin castle! What a beautiful building so full of history. We strolled the streets, window-shopped, and stopped inside shops and café’s that looked fun! The Temple Bar area was one of my favorites--so many cute café’s, bars, and shop! We even stopped at Moore Street Market where we bought a fresh English apple to snack on!
I’m enjoying my traveling experiences so far. I’ve already learned so much--it’s overwhelming. I’m trying to be open to mingling with the locals. Traveling, in a sense, asks you to step outside what you know--your comfort zone--to experience others. By learning about how others live, you learn a lot about yourself. I hope to grow to be more open minded and free spirited! I want to live like them--I want to enjoy good conversation and enjoy life!
Since my last post, I have left London. The last days in London were the best. We saw so much and were able to go back to some of our favorite places. Both Maggie and I fell in love with two places: Tea Pod and Serpentine. The Tea Pod was a quaint tea house near Tower Bridge, tucked away behind Butler’s Wharf. It was an gem, undiscovered by the many tourists who swarm London every day. The second, Serpentine, was a Kitchen and café along a pond in Hyde Park! What attracted us to it was its appealing atmosphere. Inside was full of warm colors, where couches and wooden tables were a warm invitation to sit down. The menu itself included coffee and a variety of teas served in pots! The food ranged from fresh fruits and pastries to smoked duck salad with figs, strawberries and gooseberries, which I ordered, which I’d recommend to anyone who might have the privilege of visiting Serpentine on their next trip to London!
Our last day in London was my favorite--I think it was because by that time I had already had a better, more general idea of London. We visited a beautiful church--a whole in the wall sanctuary--that had a beautiful Mass! Beforehand we had stopped quickly at store to grab some fruit, cheese and wine for a picnic after! We found St. Henry’s Square not far from the Church where we sat on a bench underneath the sun and enjoyed our cheese, fruit, and wine! It was delightful. On our way back to the Tea Pod, we traveled by foot, as we did everywhere throughout London with a few exceptions, to St. Paul’s Cathedral on towards Somerset House. Housed here was Courtauld Gallery! The collection in this Gallery was quite extensive. Some of my favorites were Seurat, Monet, Manet, Renoir, and Degas!!! I enjoyed this so much--as I have such an appreciation for art. We crossed Waterloo bridge to Gabriel’s Wharf, which was full people eating good food and shopping at the many vendors. It was extra crowed because it was a Sunday. Maggie and I stopped for Pimm’s and Lemonade to drink while we were walking!
I’m amazed at how much we walked! We decided to walk everywhere so that we could see more (and save money)! We must have walked miles and miles a day! I’m glad we did, even though our feet felt it each night.
Early Monday morning, Maggie and I made our way out of Kings Cross YHA hostel to Euston station! Our next destination: Dublin! I’m so glad that we decided to travel by train and ferry to Dublin, because the scenery on the way was so worth it. The entire train ride was fully of beautiful English country--full of rolling hills and farmland. Some of the English farmhouses had so much character. Sheep and cows freckled the lush, green pastures!! It was breathtaking. Arriving at Holyhead port, we were greeted by a biting breeze and cool mist. I knew we were near the Irish Sea--I could feel and smell it! I was so excited to finally see Ireland--I think even more so that I was to see England! The bus drove us onto the ferry. Upon entering the ferry, we were surprised to see carpet and leather seating. It was humongous--like a cruise ship! We definitely enjoyed our journey across the Irish Sea, although Maggie felt a little of sea sickness! Surprisingly, I didn’t.
Traveling on the bus from the port to the heart of Dublin, I was surprised at the differences between London and Dublin. Dublin isn’t as clean as London. Maybe it had something to do with the cloudy weather, but Dublin seemed more grey. The buildings were more grey--they weren’t embellished with lovely flowers as were most of London buildings. Dublin is definitely not as large as London is, so getting around is a lot easier. We arrived at our hostel about five minutes later: Paddy’s Palace. It was a couple of steps down from our clean, chic hostel in London. As I climbed down the stairs into the basement-like area where our room was, I knew that it was going to be a different experience from London--a more authentic hostel experience. We have a ten person female room. There are five bunks and the bathroom is down the hall. The bathroom has two stalls, two sinks and one very small shower. I’m not going to lie, it’s not them most sanitary place, but I’m a traveler--I must live with flexibility and be open to taking every experience as a learning experience. I’m really working on being more free-spirited!
We didn’t waste any time. We dropped our luggage off in our room and headed out to find a pub! By this time it was getting dark and raining! We were prepared with our umbrellas! We happened upon “The Celt”! From the outside it looks like a little whole in the wall. We thought we’d give it a shot. We went it and were pleasantly surprised. The night proved to be an authentic Irish experience--we listened to authentic Irish music, at authentic Irish food, and Maggie drank authentic Irish Guinness--and our drinks were FREE! After our first drink, we tried paying and the bar tender said that we should have another--it was on the house! So we did! I’m liking Dublin A LOT so far! If every pub experience is like this, we’re going to have a cheap stay here in Dublin!!!
It was so fun because Maggie and I were able to converse about our journey so far. We both agreed we’ve learned so much already. Having this opportunity at the time it came out has proven to be perfect! I think it has been helpful having traveled before--I have been able to grow in different ways and see things in a more mature light. One thing we both realized, is that Europeans thus far--at last the English and the Irish--have a deeper appreciation for life. They love conversation--good conversation! They love to enjoy walks in the park, tea with friends, and a pint at the pub. They’re so friendly and approachable! Even if they were to just meet you for one night and know they’d never see you again, they’d devote just as much time getting to know you!
Today, Maggie and I awoke early to get a start to our day. We decided we would see the majority of Dublin--or what we wanted to see of Dublin--today! It is definitely do-able in one day, especially since we’ve been used to walking so much already in London. We started off with Trinity College, then St. Stpehen’s Green where, again, the park proved to be a truly enjoyable experience--swans, ducks, and pigeons. I just wish I had some bread to feed them! We stopped by Cleo’s--a wool store full of lovely sheep wool sweaters and scarves! Next we went to St. Patrick’s Cathedral--a breathtaking sight, although the inside wasn’t worth going to see and not worth paying five euros for.
Next, Guinness Storehouse! What an experience! I enjoyed learning how Guinness is processed and brewed--quite an extensive process. You’d be surprised at how much goes into a making the much loved Irish beer. It tastes SO much better than an Guinness in America--it doesn’t travel well. You haven’t tasted Guinness until you’ve tasted authentic Irish Guinness. We got to pour our own pint--my favorite part!
We headed to Dublin castle! What a beautiful building so full of history. We strolled the streets, window-shopped, and stopped inside shops and café’s that looked fun! The Temple Bar area was one of my favorites--so many cute café’s, bars, and shop! We even stopped at Moore Street Market where we bought a fresh English apple to snack on!
I’m enjoying my traveling experiences so far. I’ve already learned so much--it’s overwhelming. I’m trying to be open to mingling with the locals. Traveling, in a sense, asks you to step outside what you know--your comfort zone--to experience others. By learning about how others live, you learn a lot about yourself. I hope to grow to be more open minded and free spirited! I want to live like them--I want to enjoy good conversation and enjoy life!
Saturday, September 11, 2010
London, Day 2
After a long day of touring some major sights of London, I'm wiped out. Because we walked practically everywhere, my feet are killing me. Yet, it's 11:00 at night and I'm here drinking a latte. Who needs sleep when you're in a city that never seems to sleep? The cars are zooming by the window outside, people are enjoying a beer and good conversation in the cafe at our hostel. Despite being tired, I can't seem to get enough of this beautiful city. I'm still trying to take in everything we did today...and wow, we did a lot.
I thought about my last post and I realized I failed to mention certain things. So, I'm determined to remember them now, while trying to recall my busy day today.
We walked into our room late last night because we got carried away blogging and uploading pics last night, so we were unable to meet our last hostel-mate. Walking in, we tried not waking anybody. It's the weirdest feeling sleeping with two other people that you don't know. Nonetheless, I fell asleep right when my head hit the pillow. We apparently missed our alarm because we didn't wake up to it...
We woke up to a cloudy day. I got ready and headed to Costa coffee house down the street, to later be joined by Maggie as we enjoyed a vanilla latte on the bar overlooking the busy streets of Kings Cross! One thing that I particularly like about watching people here is that the majority of people here dress nice. There are so many different styles, yet everyone looks put together--and well-dressed. It made me realize how much Americans don't necessarily put much effort into the way they dress.
Coffee made us ready to go! We hopped back on the bus--this time we were headed to Oxford Street to catch another bus to Liverpool Street where our next destination was: Spitalfield's Market. Arriving at the market, we found many booths full of clothes, bags and accessories. We were disappointed that the organic fruit and vegetable stand that we thought was going to be there wasn't. We grabbed a quick bite to eat and continued on to London Tower and London Bridge. Expecting it to be too long to walk, we tried finding a connecting bus to London Tower. After asking around, we found out it was a five minute walk.
This is where I must pause to reflect on the confusing layout of London. It's SO confusing. The maps look simple enough, but the streets are not set up in a grid like most cities in America, so it makes it more difficult to travel. For us, we always get turned around. I cannot tell you how many times Maggie and I have walked in the opposite direction of where we wanted to go because the maps confused us so much. But, we're slowly getting the hang of it--we've seen everything we've wanted to. The little detours along the way are only opportunities for exploitation and happening upon cute shops that slways seem to distract us.
I was excited to turn the corner around London Tower to Tower Bridge--what a sight. I have to say it was one of my most anticipated sights of all of London--pictures just don't do it justice. We were able to take pictures of practically every angle. To inquire about a tea shop that we wanted to see in the area, we stopped by a hotel (pronounced "oh-tell") to get directions. We were directed across the bridge to Butler's Wharf!
The Tea Pod was a down the cute cobblestone road that led behind Butler's Wharf. This was no doubt my favorite area. Right across the street was a cute little bread/meat shop where one could go in to buy some nice produce for dinner: pasta, meat, braed, and fresh veggies!
The Tea Pod was even more exciting. Maggie had heard that this quaint, not well-know tea shop was a keeper--and it was. On the wall is a clock supplying the time for brewing the perfect pot of tea! The menu was perfect--the whole store was perfect. Maggie ordered clotted cream and jam on fresh scones. I ordered Greek Yogurt with granola and fresh fruit with Dark Vanilla Leaf Teas! Delicious. The little colorful pots that they're served in provide the perfect amount of tea for tea full cups. I'm beginning to gain a real appreciation for tea! It's so relaxing and warming! One thing I did notice here in London is that one rarely finds tea bags here--everything is sold as tea leaves. I quite like the idea of brewing tea leaves!! Everybody needs to go the Teapod on their next visit to London.
Our next stop: Bourough Market, Vinapolis, then on to London Eye! To our disappointment, Bourough Market had just closed--we arrived to vendors taking down their tents. You can only imagine how disappointed we were after anticipating fresh cheese, bread, and fruit for dinner. Yet, we persisted on. I rather enjoyed this part of the city--the many cobblestone paths led to so many cute and quaint bars and restaurants where people lined the buildings enjoying a pint. One thing that astonishes me is that people stand outside, whether it's for drinking beer or coffee. They collect outside and just stand and talk. Brits LOVE to talk! So was it with these bars we passed by. The streets were lined with people drinking, talking and enjoying life! As we approached Vinapolis--a world of wine--we noticed that it was a little pricey, so we decided to continue on to the London Eye--the big ferris wheel of London. The London Eye was huge! Little bubbles took us up on an enjoyable 45 minute view of the entire city. My favorite view from the top was looking down on the Big Ben and Houses of Parliament. We didn't really plan to do it at night, but seeing the seeing from so high at night was absolutely gorgeous. Seeing the lights of London for miles and miles was breathtaking!
We arrived back to the hostel. Even though I was tired, I really wanted to write some postcards, journal, and upload pictures, so instead of going to bed, I ordered a latte and am here now typing away. But, of course, the latte didn't last long. Maggie and I ordered a nice bottle of Magner's Hard Cider to split!
I thought about my last post and I realized I failed to mention certain things. So, I'm determined to remember them now, while trying to recall my busy day today.
We walked into our room late last night because we got carried away blogging and uploading pics last night, so we were unable to meet our last hostel-mate. Walking in, we tried not waking anybody. It's the weirdest feeling sleeping with two other people that you don't know. Nonetheless, I fell asleep right when my head hit the pillow. We apparently missed our alarm because we didn't wake up to it...
We woke up to a cloudy day. I got ready and headed to Costa coffee house down the street, to later be joined by Maggie as we enjoyed a vanilla latte on the bar overlooking the busy streets of Kings Cross! One thing that I particularly like about watching people here is that the majority of people here dress nice. There are so many different styles, yet everyone looks put together--and well-dressed. It made me realize how much Americans don't necessarily put much effort into the way they dress.
Coffee made us ready to go! We hopped back on the bus--this time we were headed to Oxford Street to catch another bus to Liverpool Street where our next destination was: Spitalfield's Market. Arriving at the market, we found many booths full of clothes, bags and accessories. We were disappointed that the organic fruit and vegetable stand that we thought was going to be there wasn't. We grabbed a quick bite to eat and continued on to London Tower and London Bridge. Expecting it to be too long to walk, we tried finding a connecting bus to London Tower. After asking around, we found out it was a five minute walk.
This is where I must pause to reflect on the confusing layout of London. It's SO confusing. The maps look simple enough, but the streets are not set up in a grid like most cities in America, so it makes it more difficult to travel. For us, we always get turned around. I cannot tell you how many times Maggie and I have walked in the opposite direction of where we wanted to go because the maps confused us so much. But, we're slowly getting the hang of it--we've seen everything we've wanted to. The little detours along the way are only opportunities for exploitation and happening upon cute shops that slways seem to distract us.
I was excited to turn the corner around London Tower to Tower Bridge--what a sight. I have to say it was one of my most anticipated sights of all of London--pictures just don't do it justice. We were able to take pictures of practically every angle. To inquire about a tea shop that we wanted to see in the area, we stopped by a hotel (pronounced "oh-tell") to get directions. We were directed across the bridge to Butler's Wharf!
The Tea Pod was a down the cute cobblestone road that led behind Butler's Wharf. This was no doubt my favorite area. Right across the street was a cute little bread/meat shop where one could go in to buy some nice produce for dinner: pasta, meat, braed, and fresh veggies!
The Tea Pod was even more exciting. Maggie had heard that this quaint, not well-know tea shop was a keeper--and it was. On the wall is a clock supplying the time for brewing the perfect pot of tea! The menu was perfect--the whole store was perfect. Maggie ordered clotted cream and jam on fresh scones. I ordered Greek Yogurt with granola and fresh fruit with Dark Vanilla Leaf Teas! Delicious. The little colorful pots that they're served in provide the perfect amount of tea for tea full cups. I'm beginning to gain a real appreciation for tea! It's so relaxing and warming! One thing I did notice here in London is that one rarely finds tea bags here--everything is sold as tea leaves. I quite like the idea of brewing tea leaves!! Everybody needs to go the Teapod on their next visit to London.
Our next stop: Bourough Market, Vinapolis, then on to London Eye! To our disappointment, Bourough Market had just closed--we arrived to vendors taking down their tents. You can only imagine how disappointed we were after anticipating fresh cheese, bread, and fruit for dinner. Yet, we persisted on. I rather enjoyed this part of the city--the many cobblestone paths led to so many cute and quaint bars and restaurants where people lined the buildings enjoying a pint. One thing that astonishes me is that people stand outside, whether it's for drinking beer or coffee. They collect outside and just stand and talk. Brits LOVE to talk! So was it with these bars we passed by. The streets were lined with people drinking, talking and enjoying life! As we approached Vinapolis--a world of wine--we noticed that it was a little pricey, so we decided to continue on to the London Eye--the big ferris wheel of London. The London Eye was huge! Little bubbles took us up on an enjoyable 45 minute view of the entire city. My favorite view from the top was looking down on the Big Ben and Houses of Parliament. We didn't really plan to do it at night, but seeing the seeing from so high at night was absolutely gorgeous. Seeing the lights of London for miles and miles was breathtaking!
We arrived back to the hostel. Even though I was tired, I really wanted to write some postcards, journal, and upload pictures, so instead of going to bed, I ordered a latte and am here now typing away. But, of course, the latte didn't last long. Maggie and I ordered a nice bottle of Magner's Hard Cider to split!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
London, Day 1: A City full of Surprises
London, England.
Much to my surprise, this city is much like any other city. I don't know if I was expecting something different or outstanding about it, but once I stepped off the plane, I felt as if I was in any other airport in America. It could be because I've gotten used to traveling. Maybe new places don't phase me as much as they used to? Either way, I stepped outside the train station to a bustling city, much like my memory of New York. Minus the big sky-scrapers, that is exactly what London reminds me of--New York City. That was my first impression, but I have since been pleasantly surprised by it's unique beauty and diversity.
Our travels today started off as nothing more than just exploring the city. We just arrived this morning at 7:25 a.m. after a surprisingly short 7 1/2 hour flight. Time flew, but that was probably due to the fact that Maggie and I were carried away catching up. We had not seen each other for over a month--it's amazing we survived...and it's amazing we didn't die from a dry mouth after all the talking we did. After 3 1/2 hours of chatting away, we finally realized that a little 3 1/2 hour nap didn't sound too bad. Attempting to sleep proved to be more difficult than I hoped. I always have the hardest time getting comfortable. I feel bad for Maggie who had to put up with all of my shifting and kicking and drooling. lol I also feel bad for the person in front and in back of me. I think I accidentally hit the head of the guy in front of me numerous times because my leg had awkwardly found it's way to where he had positioned his head. Further, I had problems with the handy little remote that Virgin Atlantic attaches to the seat handle. I felt so in control with my own little remote. But, with much power comes much responsibility, and I feel as if I failed on the responsibility part. In attempting to change channels on my personal TV, I accidentally pushed the button that had a light bulb on it. I should have known on seeing the light bulb that it meant 'light'. Duh? Well, come to find out that button turned on the light directly above me, disrupting the sleep of EVERYONE within 5 feet of me. This happened twice. Nevertheless, the guy in front of Maggie and I didn't hesitate to befriend us as we were leaving to get off the plane.
The next feat, baggage claim. Joy of all joys. Smart me decided to pack as much as I could, instead of as light as I could. Now I know why people always encourage one to travel light. That's why Rick Steeves always said pack light. The reason why, my dear friends, that one, especially clumsy me, must always pack light is simple: it relieves one of weight and inconvenience so one can travel with the utmost ease without disrupting one's efficient travel, and without disrupting the travel of those around you...because it's a living hell when your shoulders are killing you because you have to pull one oversized bag and two bags full of heavy books...walking for miles and miles on end...in an unknown city...where there are a lot of people. I think you get the point.
Once we arrived by Underground to St. Pancras Station, our travels brought us not but two blocks from the station. Did we plan well or what? I have been pleasantly surprised at how easy it was to navigate from Heathrow airport, to our hostel, near the city. Picadilly Line (part of the Underground) took us to our destination, a lovely 54 minutes! On the way, we were able to converse with another student traveling abroad in London for a semester. He was on his way to go backpacking for a couple of weeks before school started. I feel as if I've spoken with more Americans over here than I have Brits.
The courtesy of the Brits has also greatly surprised me. I have received nothing but hospitality and politeness from the Brits. As much as I love to bash them, they are truly great people. They're weird, interesting, and diverse, but at the same time, so willing to help two young American tourists!
Like I previously mentioned, we arrived this morning not really having any definite plans for the day. We checked into our hostel, but found out that we couldn't actually check into our rooms until 2 p.m. We placed our luggage, with much difficulty, in the the luggage lockers. At first, we went downstairs to find little lockers that were no where big enough to fit our luggage. Maggie and I didn't know what else to do, but we sure didn't give up on the spot. After much kicking and shoving, and pushing and pulling, and squeezing and punching, we finally went to ask the hostel counter if there was any other storage place for our luggage. And, of course they did. A whole separate room was designated for larger luggage. With no difficulty we found lockers large enough to accommodate our luggage. We are also three pounds poorer because of it.
Next, we decided our best route for viewing a large amount of the city was the bus. We bought a ticket and hopped on a bus. The bus route brought us to Victoria. Among some of the attractions we passed were Wellington arch, The British Library, Buckingham Palace and Hyde Park. We got off the bus at Victoria. The streets were lined mainly with tourists, sprinkled with a few who called London home. On our way toward Buckingham Palace, we stopped at "Whittard's of London"--a tea and coffee store. So delightful. After trying some instant "Dream" tea and eating a few chocolate covered espresso beans, we looked outside. Yep. You guessed right...rain! There's typical London for you. Luckily I had my umbrella, which, right when I needed it, didn't work until I stood for five minutes in the rain, in the middle of the sidewalk trying to adjust it. I must have looked like a stupid American. Maggie wasn't so lucky. She had left her umbrella at the hostel. So, we stopped at a nearby sporting goods store to pick her up a nice big umbrella--the circumference being wide enough to keep her entire body dry!
Buckingham Palace approached us fast. We seemed to be the only ones not afraid to leisurly walk the streets in the rain. Everyone else was either running or huddled under trees. Are Brits afraid of rain or something? Buckingham Palace was gorgeous in the rain. The guards stood there in there with unrelenting faces. What we thought to be the changing of the guard proved to be an exciting experience nonetheless. It appeared to be the changing of the guard, and I'm convinced it was a special changing of the guards just for Maggie and I, so I'll consider myself lucky to have seen it minus the crowd--unless we go back tomorrow at 11:30 a.m. for the actual changing of the guard. We said cheers to the Queen and then left for a nice stroll in Green park.
I must designate a whole paragraph to parks. What is it with British parks? They're absolutely delightful. I'm convinced it's because the Brits have some idea about what leisure means. A nice stroll or jog in the park is the norm for the lifestyle of most Londonites--or it seems to be by the looks of the parks. The parks are unlike any other parks I've ever seen. There is no comparison to Central Park in New York. They're spacious, green, and clean with plenty of benches. No wonder so many enjoy spending time catching up with a friend, taking the dogs for a walk, or playing with children in London's parks. Again, words fail to describe their beauty, and so will pictures, but they will have to suffice for now. Upon entering Hyde park, we happened upon "Serpentine"--a perfectly delightful cafe in the middle of Hyde park near the pond where people feed the ducks and pigeons. We bought a pot of tea, sat out on the porch, and sipped our tea as we took in the same feeling of relaxation and leisure that so many of those in London have mastered. I'm learning through their example to create an appreciation for life through leisure. In the hustle and bustle of the day, it's okay to sit down and enjoy a cup of tea or coffee, and chat with a friend!
Sloane Street was store after store after store. Among the big brand name stores were Burberry, Gucci, Dolce & Gabbana, and many more. Beyond that was world-wide known "Harrods". Can I just say "OMG"? That store is like everything in one. You don't understand...this was THE most amazing store ever...any persons dream fantasy store come true. It was like a glorified Macy's in New York--only better. I was so overwhelmed going into the store and viewing the first floor which included perfumes, chocolates, candies, tea, coffee, fresh pork, rack o' lamb, shellfish, sushi, exotic fruits and vegetables, that I couldn't even go to view the next three levels. The outside was more ornate and gorgeous than the inside. Pictures could never do it justice, but I'll have to post them anyway.
We made our way back, by this time tired and running on the caffeine from the tea! I couldn't wait to take a shower. I had been in my clothes, at this point, for almost 30 hours. Gross. Our hostel room is clean and simple: four bunks, closet space with locked doors, and a bathroom and shower! We met one of he girls staying with us--she's been studying in Wimbledon and is finishing up her dissertation...something about monkeys in their natural habitat. I wasn't really listening to what she was saying, partly due to lack of sleep and partly due to the fact that I just didn't care. But, she seems like an awesome girl. haha She hung up her little clothes line, put her clothes on it, then left for the library.
I've just now realized that I've spent the last two hours down in the chic cafe in hour hostel lobby, drinking a latte and writing. Huh. Surprising? No.
Until my next adventures prompt me to write, Cheerio!
Much to my surprise, this city is much like any other city. I don't know if I was expecting something different or outstanding about it, but once I stepped off the plane, I felt as if I was in any other airport in America. It could be because I've gotten used to traveling. Maybe new places don't phase me as much as they used to? Either way, I stepped outside the train station to a bustling city, much like my memory of New York. Minus the big sky-scrapers, that is exactly what London reminds me of--New York City. That was my first impression, but I have since been pleasantly surprised by it's unique beauty and diversity.
Our travels today started off as nothing more than just exploring the city. We just arrived this morning at 7:25 a.m. after a surprisingly short 7 1/2 hour flight. Time flew, but that was probably due to the fact that Maggie and I were carried away catching up. We had not seen each other for over a month--it's amazing we survived...and it's amazing we didn't die from a dry mouth after all the talking we did. After 3 1/2 hours of chatting away, we finally realized that a little 3 1/2 hour nap didn't sound too bad. Attempting to sleep proved to be more difficult than I hoped. I always have the hardest time getting comfortable. I feel bad for Maggie who had to put up with all of my shifting and kicking and drooling. lol I also feel bad for the person in front and in back of me. I think I accidentally hit the head of the guy in front of me numerous times because my leg had awkwardly found it's way to where he had positioned his head. Further, I had problems with the handy little remote that Virgin Atlantic attaches to the seat handle. I felt so in control with my own little remote. But, with much power comes much responsibility, and I feel as if I failed on the responsibility part. In attempting to change channels on my personal TV, I accidentally pushed the button that had a light bulb on it. I should have known on seeing the light bulb that it meant 'light'. Duh? Well, come to find out that button turned on the light directly above me, disrupting the sleep of EVERYONE within 5 feet of me. This happened twice. Nevertheless, the guy in front of Maggie and I didn't hesitate to befriend us as we were leaving to get off the plane.
The next feat, baggage claim. Joy of all joys. Smart me decided to pack as much as I could, instead of as light as I could. Now I know why people always encourage one to travel light. That's why Rick Steeves always said pack light. The reason why, my dear friends, that one, especially clumsy me, must always pack light is simple: it relieves one of weight and inconvenience so one can travel with the utmost ease without disrupting one's efficient travel, and without disrupting the travel of those around you...because it's a living hell when your shoulders are killing you because you have to pull one oversized bag and two bags full of heavy books...walking for miles and miles on end...in an unknown city...where there are a lot of people. I think you get the point.
Once we arrived by Underground to St. Pancras Station, our travels brought us not but two blocks from the station. Did we plan well or what? I have been pleasantly surprised at how easy it was to navigate from Heathrow airport, to our hostel, near the city. Picadilly Line (part of the Underground) took us to our destination, a lovely 54 minutes! On the way, we were able to converse with another student traveling abroad in London for a semester. He was on his way to go backpacking for a couple of weeks before school started. I feel as if I've spoken with more Americans over here than I have Brits.
The courtesy of the Brits has also greatly surprised me. I have received nothing but hospitality and politeness from the Brits. As much as I love to bash them, they are truly great people. They're weird, interesting, and diverse, but at the same time, so willing to help two young American tourists!
Like I previously mentioned, we arrived this morning not really having any definite plans for the day. We checked into our hostel, but found out that we couldn't actually check into our rooms until 2 p.m. We placed our luggage, with much difficulty, in the the luggage lockers. At first, we went downstairs to find little lockers that were no where big enough to fit our luggage. Maggie and I didn't know what else to do, but we sure didn't give up on the spot. After much kicking and shoving, and pushing and pulling, and squeezing and punching, we finally went to ask the hostel counter if there was any other storage place for our luggage. And, of course they did. A whole separate room was designated for larger luggage. With no difficulty we found lockers large enough to accommodate our luggage. We are also three pounds poorer because of it.
Next, we decided our best route for viewing a large amount of the city was the bus. We bought a ticket and hopped on a bus. The bus route brought us to Victoria. Among some of the attractions we passed were Wellington arch, The British Library, Buckingham Palace and Hyde Park. We got off the bus at Victoria. The streets were lined mainly with tourists, sprinkled with a few who called London home. On our way toward Buckingham Palace, we stopped at "Whittard's of London"--a tea and coffee store. So delightful. After trying some instant "Dream" tea and eating a few chocolate covered espresso beans, we looked outside. Yep. You guessed right...rain! There's typical London for you. Luckily I had my umbrella, which, right when I needed it, didn't work until I stood for five minutes in the rain, in the middle of the sidewalk trying to adjust it. I must have looked like a stupid American. Maggie wasn't so lucky. She had left her umbrella at the hostel. So, we stopped at a nearby sporting goods store to pick her up a nice big umbrella--the circumference being wide enough to keep her entire body dry!
Buckingham Palace approached us fast. We seemed to be the only ones not afraid to leisurly walk the streets in the rain. Everyone else was either running or huddled under trees. Are Brits afraid of rain or something? Buckingham Palace was gorgeous in the rain. The guards stood there in there with unrelenting faces. What we thought to be the changing of the guard proved to be an exciting experience nonetheless. It appeared to be the changing of the guard, and I'm convinced it was a special changing of the guards just for Maggie and I, so I'll consider myself lucky to have seen it minus the crowd--unless we go back tomorrow at 11:30 a.m. for the actual changing of the guard. We said cheers to the Queen and then left for a nice stroll in Green park.
I must designate a whole paragraph to parks. What is it with British parks? They're absolutely delightful. I'm convinced it's because the Brits have some idea about what leisure means. A nice stroll or jog in the park is the norm for the lifestyle of most Londonites--or it seems to be by the looks of the parks. The parks are unlike any other parks I've ever seen. There is no comparison to Central Park in New York. They're spacious, green, and clean with plenty of benches. No wonder so many enjoy spending time catching up with a friend, taking the dogs for a walk, or playing with children in London's parks. Again, words fail to describe their beauty, and so will pictures, but they will have to suffice for now. Upon entering Hyde park, we happened upon "Serpentine"--a perfectly delightful cafe in the middle of Hyde park near the pond where people feed the ducks and pigeons. We bought a pot of tea, sat out on the porch, and sipped our tea as we took in the same feeling of relaxation and leisure that so many of those in London have mastered. I'm learning through their example to create an appreciation for life through leisure. In the hustle and bustle of the day, it's okay to sit down and enjoy a cup of tea or coffee, and chat with a friend!
Sloane Street was store after store after store. Among the big brand name stores were Burberry, Gucci, Dolce & Gabbana, and many more. Beyond that was world-wide known "Harrods". Can I just say "OMG"? That store is like everything in one. You don't understand...this was THE most amazing store ever...any persons dream fantasy store come true. It was like a glorified Macy's in New York--only better. I was so overwhelmed going into the store and viewing the first floor which included perfumes, chocolates, candies, tea, coffee, fresh pork, rack o' lamb, shellfish, sushi, exotic fruits and vegetables, that I couldn't even go to view the next three levels. The outside was more ornate and gorgeous than the inside. Pictures could never do it justice, but I'll have to post them anyway.
We made our way back, by this time tired and running on the caffeine from the tea! I couldn't wait to take a shower. I had been in my clothes, at this point, for almost 30 hours. Gross. Our hostel room is clean and simple: four bunks, closet space with locked doors, and a bathroom and shower! We met one of he girls staying with us--she's been studying in Wimbledon and is finishing up her dissertation...something about monkeys in their natural habitat. I wasn't really listening to what she was saying, partly due to lack of sleep and partly due to the fact that I just didn't care. But, she seems like an awesome girl. haha She hung up her little clothes line, put her clothes on it, then left for the library.
I've just now realized that I've spent the last two hours down in the chic cafe in hour hostel lobby, drinking a latte and writing. Huh. Surprising? No.
Until my next adventures prompt me to write, Cheerio!
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Arrivederci
My last few hours in America are nearing their end, as I approach my departure to London. Bittersweet? At this point, no. I'm just so full of excitement for what's to come that I'm not too sad to leave my beloved United States.
What lies ahead is unknown. I've purposefully not thought too much about what I'm going to experience because I know all too well that no matter what I expect, it won't be anything like what I imagined. I'm going with an open heart, free to experience everything with eyes wide open! Who knows what tomorrow brings? What will it feel like wake up tomorrow morning in London at Heathrow Airport? All I know is that I'll be overwhelmed by the experience, unable to take in enough beauty, and addicted to my love of travel!!
Arrivederci--until we meet again!
What lies ahead is unknown. I've purposefully not thought too much about what I'm going to experience because I know all too well that no matter what I expect, it won't be anything like what I imagined. I'm going with an open heart, free to experience everything with eyes wide open! Who knows what tomorrow brings? What will it feel like wake up tomorrow morning in London at Heathrow Airport? All I know is that I'll be overwhelmed by the experience, unable to take in enough beauty, and addicted to my love of travel!!
Arrivederci--until we meet again!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
"The Eternal Shrug of Rome"
This link does an excellent job of portraying daily life in the Eternal City; it offers an encounter with the vibrant city! It is so full of insightful description, so much so that one is able to feel the experience of what it is like to be a Roman! Reading it makes me all the more excited as I anticipate my arrival to Roma in 10 days!
Have fun reading!
http://www.firstthings.com/onthesquare/2010/09/the-eternal-shrug-of-rome
Have fun reading!
http://www.firstthings.com/onthesquare/2010/09/the-eternal-shrug-of-rome
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