Country Number Two: Paris, France

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Bonjour soeurs!

I’m currently sitting in my hotel in Amsterdam. Yeah, I said hotel, not hostel. Molly’s mom and sister are here so we’re being treated to some luxuries not given in hostels, but anyway, this is about France.

France was actually really fun. We met up with our friend from Uni there, Emily (pictured above), and she knew all about the things to do around Paris and had an actual typed up itinerary, so we let her be our tour guide through the beautiful city. Emily is also from the US, she lives in New Orleans, but she’s a French major so not only did we have a tour guide, we had a tour guide that other French people didn’t hate and who could help us order in restaurants.

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Once getting to France we quickly made our way from the airport to our hostel. This was surprisingly easy and not nearly as stressful as trying to find the hostel in Spain. We looked up directions from the hostel which told us how to get there and I would highly recommend doing that. The hostel knows what they’re talking about, us as foreigners, do not. Once getting to our hostel we were told that we had actually been upgraded from a ten person mixed dorm to a four person dorm which was just a good omen for the whole trip.

Our first stop was to the Eiffel Tower, because of course it was. It was really weird seeing this famous landmark just because I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to. It’s something I always kind of thought about, but never considered an actual possibility. Plus, it was a surreal experience when Molly asked what I wanted to do and I was able to say, “uhm, let’s go see the Eiffel Tower.” Because that’s not a big deal or anything.

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Our next big stop was the Louvre. Fun fact, the Louvre is open and free to enter on Wednesday and Friday nights from 6:00 – 9:30, so that’s when we went. Seeing the Mona Lisa was kind of strange as well. You can see we took the obligatory selfie with her and that the painting itself is actually really small. Not to mention it’s covered with a bullet proof case and in a temperature controlled area. Obviously, the Louvre is insanely impressive and I’m really glad we went. It’s huge. I think if you spent a minute looking at each piece it would take over a year. That’s what Emily told us and she knows French, so I believe her.

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Our second day of Paris included a lot of walking, but also a lot of beautiful sights. We walked down the Champs-Élysées continuing past the Louvre and a walk from there to the Notre Dame. On the way we passed the lock bridge, which is actually boarded up right now because all of the locks are so heavy that it’s starting to make the bridge collapse. They are apparently going to tear it down and put up one you can’t put locks on, but it was still cool while we were there. The fact it was boarded up made me feel less bitter as well.

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There’s a picture of Notre Dam and also how we ended the day, with cheap champagne in front of a sparkling Eiffel Tower. It was a really amazing experience, sitting there with terrible champagne and macaroons, pretending to be fancy with our plastic cups. I remember saying “You guys, I’m really scared life doesn’t get any better than this.”

IMG_3608DSC_0035 DSC_0042 DSC_0051DSC_0067 Our third day in Paris Emily went to Versaille and Molly and I were left to roam the streets alone. I attempted to plan out a fun day for us including the Tuileries Garden, Saint-Germain-des-Pres, the Latin Quarter, the Pantheon, and Rue Mouffetard. It was a fun day, but a lot of things didn’t work out quite the way they were supposed to. We did stop in a small shop in the Latin Quarter and I got the best crepe I’ve ever had which was smothered in Nutella.

Later that night we met up with Emily again to go to the Catacombs, which is what the pictures above are from. They were really interesting although slightly errie. I had to not think about it too hard to enjoy it, but I’m glad I went. It was definitely something new and something you won’t see anywhere else. Later that night we also got to meet up with our other friend, Erin, which was really fun. Meeting people in Paris is just the best place to meet up with someone.

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Our last day in Paris was started in Montmatre. We came up the Metro to climb the stairs up to the Sacre-Coeur which provided us with a fantastic skyline of Paris. The Sacre-Coeur was actually a really interesting cathedral just because it looked a bit different than other ones I’ve been to recently. Emily and I took to calling in the church mosque because that’s what it looks like and I literally can’t remember the names of anything in Paris let alone pronounce them correctly. The rest of the day was spent shopping the really cute streets and boutiques of Montmatre, which feels a bit different from the rest of Paris in the fact that it’s all small streets and smaller stores rather than the Louie Vuitton and Burberry that make up the bigger streets.

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We ended our last night at Montparnasse tower. 56 floors up on the roof terrace we were given a 360 view of Paris at night. The city was lit up a beautiful before us. We watched the Eiffel Tower sparkle and ran around pointing out monuments and things we recognized. It was a fantastic way to end our trip to the famous city. Now for a Christmas in Amsterdam and canals on canals on canals.

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Barcelona, Spain: The Beginning of our Journey

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HOLA HERMANAS

I’m currently sitting in my surprisingly nice hostel in Barcelona, Spain! It’s our last day here in this beautiful city and it has been a fun and exhausting visit. We’re currently at the Black Swan Hostel which I highly recommend to anyone coming to visit. Even though we’re in a ten person, female dorm, the hostel has been a really good place to both rest and make inexpensive food. Not to mention they made us cheap homemade paella, so good, and have many activities which are free including walking tours and pub crawls.

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Speaking of Walking tours, today we went on one that showed us the three different Gaudi buildings throughout the city. Our guide was super knowledgeable about everything Gaudi and I now too, feel somewhat knowledgeable about the artist/architect. Fun fact, because the city declared his building more “works of arts” than actual buildings, he was able to bypass restrictions on elements like the height and volume of buildings and would boast about how he was so good the system just didn’t apply to him.

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While we’re on the topic of Gaudi, Molly and I also visited La Sagrada Familia which was wow. A must visit upon coming to Barcelona. We literally just walked around the inside for over an hour just amazed. The colors from the stain glass windows are incredible and the tall ceilings and columns and walls and everything. I never knew I could love architecture so much. It was something I’m so glad I saw.

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Last thing Gaudi related was the Park Guell. Although Molly and I didn’t actually pay to go inside, we did climb to the very top of the park which provided us with this fantastic view of the city. We also poked around the free areas soaking up all of the art we could while staring at the city laid out before us. An amazing city to be honest.

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We also did some non-Gaudi related things like taking a walking tour of the Gothic district. This part of town is full of history and amazing sights to behold. This is the main Cathedral, free to go inside and gawk at. Amazing. This part of town is also home to parts of the Roman wall which have still survived, the art school Picasso went to, a square dedicated to George Orwell, and many more significant things that occupied our time.

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And of course, you can’t come to Barcelona with out visiting the beach. What a better way to reboot than kicking it next to the Mediterranean Sea? Barcelona was everything I wanted and more. We had so much fun in this city and it’ll be kind of sad moving on to the next one tomorrow. But, I mean, the next one is Paris, so not too sad.

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A Mini Adventure: Southwell

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I forgot to post. Sorry that I forgot to post and then continued not to post til today, but also not that sorry because it’s really pretty hit or miss as far as your posting goes Alyssa. But anyways, here’s a quick little blog about mine and Molly’s mini adventure to Southwell.

Southwell is just kind of a random town that’s about an hour and a half by bus from my University. Molly and I like to try and get out and do stuff on days that we don’t have class and find that we don’t have too much work and Southwell was an easy destination to get to seeing as we could use our bus passes to get there making the trip about three or four pounds all together. And that was spent on tea, because I mean, you have to have your afternoon tea.

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The attraction of Southwell comes from two things, their minister and a workhouse that’s near by. The minister was, in fact, beautiful and we’ll talk about the workhouse later. But this is where we sat and ate lunch, just looking at a cool building and laughing and having fun. We spent probably a good half hour attempting to take jumping pictures in the garden next to the minister, but were unsuccessful in all attempts.

DSC_0209This is the workhouse. I kind of forgot what a workhouse was until we got there and read signs with people saying things like “I had no other choice to come here, it’s like a prison, I’m going to die here,” and other fun things like that. In case you’re like me and totally forgot what a workhouse is, think Oliver Twist. The signs said it wasn’t quite as bad as that portrayal, but I mean, that is where Oliver Twist lived before he went to go thieving or however that novel ends. Anyways, the workhouse was a kind of museum where you could walk around the whole area, but you had to go through a gift shop first, so Molly and I headed right in and just started touring. We did find out later that we were supposed to actually buy tickets to go in and look around, but we failed to do so and never actually did and no one asked for our tickets… so you know.

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There’s Molly, standing in a tunnel under the workhouse, not giving two shits that we are essentially criminals and accidentally stole from a museum. I know, such rebels. Anyways, that was just a random mini adventure I had in the beautiful country of England. I’ll try to actually remember to post on time next week, here’s hoping your weeks are both good and that your days are superb as well.

Much love sisters!

A Weekend in Edinburgh: Feelin’ that Scottish Pride

DSC_0134Hello you two. This past week has been absolutely insane with traveling and I’m honestly still very exhausted. Perhaps I’ll write about the other adventures later, but for now, we talk about Scotland.

Scotland was a very good trip. Once again, a rough start seeing as we left for the train at 6am on November first, meaning the night after Halloween and well, I’m not just going to stay in on Halloween… so… let’s just say I was working on just a few hours of sleep and almost fell asleep while brushing my hair, but I made it on the train so that’s what really counts.

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Once we arrived to Scotland and got situated in our surprisingly nice hostel (Edinburgh backpackers) we learned a very valuable lesson. Ask the person at reception what to do. Not only was the girl who checked us in super knowledgeable about the city, she actually took out a map and wrote down where she thought fun things were, what places we should eat, and most importantly, what all of the free activities were. This led us to our very first walking tour (which was in fact free minus tips) and a really fun and event filled trip.

Our walking tour was an interesting and fun way to get to know Edinburgh. We stopped at different sights, heard stories about locals, and were treated to an interesting afternoon walking around a beautiful place with less beautiful stories. Edinburgh has some pretty gruesome history (we learned even more about this when we went on a Ghost Tour later, also free, also awesome) but hearing about it from people passionate about their town is a great way to learn.

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Our next day in Edinburgh we climbed Arthur’s Seat which is a hill on the edge of the old town which offers beautiful views of the entire city and parts of the North Sea. That is where the first picture from this post was taken and where I want to go back to. That was probably the highlight of my trip, even though none of us were properly dressed for it. Notice Molly went up rugged terrain in a dress and knee-high boots. What a trooper.

DSC_0172 DSC_0060Edinburgh is an old city and accordingly, it is so interesting and aesthetically pleasing to look at. Another brilliant thing about Edinburgh, it’s rich in Harry Potter history. We stopped by the Elephant Room, where J.K. Rowling wrote the second – fourth books, for some lunch, and went on a Harry Potter walking tour where we saw the school that inspired Hogwarts, Tom Riddell’s grave (she changed the spelling for the anagram), a grave for a horrible poet who had the last name McGonagal, and saw the stretch of road that may have been the inspiration for Diagon Alley (Victoria Street). It helped that our tour guide was one of the most adorkable people I’ve ever met, but regardless that was another highlight of the trip. A fun note about The Elephant Room, J.K. Rowling wrote graffiti in the wall of the women’s restroom and now the entire thing is covered in Harry Potter quotes, notes from fans, and words of inspiration.

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Edinburgh was definitely worth the trip and taught us a lot on how to travel. Ask people who know and do free things. Learn about the place you’re at and the stories that come with it. It will make traveling a lot more interesting and the places you’re in have more meaning. If you guys have any more tips for me, just let me know!

York: Why you need to go

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Grandparents are the best. Although I’m missing my own grandparents and family, Molly’s family has been gracious, kind, and so unbelievable generous enough to allow me to be absorbed into their family whilst coming to visit Molly at school. This week, on Wednesday and Thursday (because who even goes to school anyways) Molly grandfather and grandmother took the two of us on a trip to York, also known as my new favorite place, or, my future home.

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York has a certain quality to it. It’s definitely a city where tourism is prominent, but it doesn’t feel like that’s what the city is all about. It has a feeling of being small and homey and a place that I would like to get to know while also having a lot to do. It’s funny, because I don’t think I’m alone in this feeling. Every person who I told I was going to York simply said “oh York is lovely” and I couldn’t agree more. Lovely is the perfect word to describe York. Whether you’re walking up the Shambles, which is home to the most independent shops in the UK, walking through the minister which is huge, beautiful, and I could spend hours in, or walking around the town, there’s just a feeling of peacefulness. It’s like letting all of your stress out in a breath. York is calming, York is gorgeous, York is lovely.

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One of the best things about York is the minister. As you can see from the picture above, it is huge. The detail on the outside is impressive and is really only topped by the beauty of the inside. It even rivals West Minster, because although it doesn’t have the same history as West Minster, it has a slightly more welcoming feel. When we got inside the organ was playing and while looking around we were treated to beautiful music. We went down into the basement area to the sort of museum part of the building and when we came back up the organ had stopped, but the choir was performing instead. It was honestly kind of a spiritual experience. When walking around the minister and looking at the stained glass windows and the ceilings and listening to the choir, it’s hard not to believe there is something bigger than yourself. Like, I’m not religious, but I really want to go to a service in York Minister. Looking around there’s just a feeling of hope and optimism.

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I would say the true heroes of the trip were Molly’s grandparents. They are so sweet and generous and instantly made me feel like part of the family. We stayed at a lovely bed and breakfast (if you’re looking for a place to stay, 23 St. Mary’s place is highly recommended by me) and they treated us to so many things. If you ever get the chance to go to York, go to Betty’s tea room. We went for lunch and not only was the tea and meal delicious, it just felt like an experience that you need to have if you go to England. Although I didn’t know what was in York, I can confidently say it’s one of my new favorite places. I’m determined to go back and get to know the city even better. Alright, that’s all for now. I’m in Scotland this coming weekend and won’t leave til Monday (so very excited) so unless I get my act together and put a post together before then, I’m probably going to be a bit late with it. See you later sisters!

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Exploring Shakespeare and Castles: Stratford-upon-Avon, Warwick, and why you shouldn’t pack while drunk

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HI GUYS.

Lyssa, you didn’t post this week. How am I supposed to learn about your life if you don’t post?

This weekend was spend at Stratford-upon-Avon, home to the Royal Shakespeare Company, Shakespeare’s house, his grave and other Shakespearian homes and locations as well as a Sunday trip to Warwick Castle. This weekend was also spent in the company of good people. Some I came here from Linfield with and also some other Americans we have happened to find since arriving.

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In case you were wonder, yes these are all iphone pictures. You see, Friday night I was being a good, hard-working student and studying in the library. I knew I wasn’t going to be doing homework this weekend, because traveling, so I was trying to get some stuff done before leaving (very early) in the morning. Unfortunately, the library on campus closes at 9:45 every single night. Which led me to ask upon first hearing this time “what is wrong with England?” At home I pretty much live in the library, so begrudgingly I packed up all of my stuff and made my way back to my hall. Once arriving I quickly found everyone in my corridor in the room at the end of the hall. I popped my head in to say hello, was quickly given two shots of vodka (yay legal drinking age being 18) and then convinced to go out to a club. Around 2am I finally made it back to my room with the thought of having to get up at 5:30 to catch a train being in my head. So I packed, at 2am, after being at a club, and having had a few too many jagger bombs (which they love here) hence, I forgot multiple items. One being the battery for my camera. I did wake up the next morning after about two hours of sleep still a little drunk, very tired, but altogether in a good mood.

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Stratford-upon-Avon is pretty quintessentially British. The buildings are old, there’s rivers to walk next to, we had to walk through multiple towns to get to our hostel, and even though it is also very touristy, I don’t know, it was really nice. Like, I didn’t actually pay to go into any of Shakespeare’s houses or anything, but I had a really good time walking around the town. I especially loved Anne Hatheway’s cottage because the grounds were just so peaceful. There was a “lavender maze” that was really just a patch of lavender in the shape of a heart with a bench in the center and I’m pretty sure I could have just sat there for hours. So yeah, Stratford is worth the visit, especially if you’re an English major, which I just so happen to be.

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Warwick Castle was the destination for Sunday and this was also beautiful and fun, although once again, very touristy. We walked into the entrance area and all the signs they had surrounding it made it seem like we were going to an amusement park rather than an old historic location, but worth the visit regardless. My favorite part of Warwick Castle was being able to walk the 533 steps up to the top of the tower. On top was a fantastic view as well as a lot of wind. When up there I had a moment when I was leaning over the edge on the railing and wind just kind of came of in a rush around me blowing my hair back and I was just looking out over the town with a great view and I involuntarily laughed out loud and smiled. Those are my favorite kind of moments, so when they happen, I tend to attribute them to the place they happened in.

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Overall it was a good weekend. Despite the rough start of a minimal amount of sleep and the anxiety I had at discovering what outfits I had packed the night before, the weekend was great. This could also be due to my friend Molly who puts up with me when I show up to get to the train slightly drunk, am extremely grumpy when I don’t have food in my body, and overall can be a bit of a brat. She’s a good one that Molly and we selfie wherever we go.

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Monsal Dale

DSC_0442Before I went on this ramble, I had no idea what a dale was. Apparently, it’s a valley. Where a stream used to be. Or something. As you can see, I’m still not sure, but it was beautiful. We walked through three dales yesterday ending with the Monsal Dale. It’s named “monsal” because it is where monks used to walk with coffins, slightly eerie, very muddy, but very worth seeing. That dale actually ended at the church that the monks were walking from, which added to the effect.

DSC_0462 “Rambling” in England is much different than hiking in the United States. When hiking, there is always a goal in mind. There are specified paths and a trail that needs to be completed. You go straight up the mountain and then straight back down. Rambling is a different story. You just keep walking. There isn’t an actual trail, you need a map and a compass. That’s what makes the Rambling society so amazing. They map out the routes, they tell you the difficulty and even include which route is the most scenic. I went on the level 2 walk which meant a 7 mile walk through all the different dales and the one that Ramsoc recommended for the true Monsal Dale experience. Another great thing about Ramsoc is their ability to have an entire coach waiting for the students. So we get dropped off at where the leaders have decided it will begin and we always finish our walk at a local pub, a very convenient method of travel I would say.

DSC_0548So in the end, it was another good day with good people. I will say, if you’re not looking for something strenuous, look into rambling around the dales. We climbed like two hills the entire time. Also, do not go if it’s raining. We got very fortunate to be blessed with another sunny day, but the mud was still intense. I was just wearing trainers so my feet were not happy by the end of the walk. I did slip and fall on wet leaves and fell into the mud. That fall put another significant crack/dent on the rim around my camera as well as made myself bleed. My group leader got pumped though while handing me a plaster (band-aid) and anti-septic wipe and saying “This is the first time I’ve ever had to use my first-aid kit! So exciting!” Yeah, I’m that girl. The random American who can’t handle walking in a bit of mud. Either way, I really love the Peak District and am really happy I’m currently going to a university that offers so many opportunities like this for its students. So until next time, have a few more pictures of the beautiful place that I went to this weekend. I plan to post about castles and Shakespeare next week so stay tuned sisters.DSC_0418DSC_0482

London: My Heart Explodes from Happiness

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Let me start by saying, I never thought I would be able to go to London. In the sixth grade we all had to do a report on one country, an extensive report which we presented at the end of the year. I immediately knew I wanted to do the United Kingdom. I don’t know why I’ve always been drawn to England. I don’t know why I’ve always wanted to go so badly and even when people were asking me before I left, I didn’t really know what I was most excited for. But I’m here. I’m here with friends and making new friends and living in my dream every day and will continue to do so for three more months, that being said, on to London.

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When we got to London by train Saturday morning, we immediately went to our hostel and deposited our bags. We then took the tube (I love kind of sort of knowing how the tube works) to Westminster. Immediately when we walked up the stairs from the tube we were faced with Big Ben. Looking to the left there was the London Eye. Looking to the right was Westminster Abbey. We all just about lost it. I never thought I would actually get to go to London. I never even fathomed that it could be a possibility for me and I feel so overwhelmingly privileged to have experienced all I did this weekend. I don’t want to list it all out here, because that would be long and honestly not that fun to read. But I will add some pictures and let you know I nearly started crying while standing in qeue (so British) to get into Westminster. I was overwhelmed by all of it. By my good fortune and my luck and the history that I was about to be faced with. In fact, in Westminster, although I was presented with so many notable people’s tombs and remembrances and the ceiling is so beautiful I just wanted to lay down in look at it, I was especially struck by a random floor tile that was faded but clearly said 1729 on it. I was stepping on it. So many people had stepped on it before, I can’t even fathom that now.

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On Sunday night before heading back to the train back to school we decided to go back to Westminster one last time to see everything at night. It was there that I believe I had what could be called a perfect moment. We were walking on a bridge across from Big Ben, with the London Eye shining blue on the water and we walked past a teenage boy playing “Hallelujah” on his guitar and singing. It was in that moment that a rush of emotions went through me and I contemplated just how happy I was. This was the place I’ve always wanted to go and it wasn’t a disappointment. Although London may be one of the biggest cities for tourism in the world, there’s a reason this is the case. London is what I always imagined it would be and I’m so happy I was able to experience it.

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Castleton, Wollaton Hall, and Why I’m Never Coming Back

DSC_0453The British country side is the stuff dreams are made of. It is gorgeous. It is cute. It is everything you could have and I did hope it would be and then some. Hiking here, in England, has been a dream of mine for awhile and it did not disappoint. So here is a suggestion, If you’re looking for a hike somewhere in the Peak District of England, may I suggest Castleton. The town alone will melt your heart.

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You’ll start your journey walking through the town, past pubs and fish and chips places. You’ll want to stop and get ice cream at that cute little bakery just down the way, but continue on. The footpath will lead you through people’s pastures, past their sheep and their stone walls and little stone farms. You’ll walk past hundreds of sheep just making your way to the hill you will actually be climbing. Mind you, I did the easy hike, so there may be even more sights and heart-wrenching beauties to behold elsewhere within the town, but I’ll have to settle right now for my own. After the sheep and pastures we climbed up our first hill and stopped at the top for lunch, because who wouldn’t want to look at this for hours?

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I’m lucky the University of Nottingham has a hill-walking and rambling club, because that’s where I belong. The group itself is full of really genuine, happy people who just want to see and spend time in nature. Along with my friend Molly there was also a lot of other international students. One from France, one from Germany, many from Asia, and the amazing thing is, they were all incredibly friendly. Go on hikes with people, because so far I’ve learned that people who want to go on hikes are good people to be around. Plus you get to see incredible things. This hike was fantastic and I highly recommend Castleton for anyone looking to be in the English countryside and never want to leave.

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Now, on to Wollaton Hall.

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Wollaton Hall and Deer Park are literally across the street from my University. I can go on runs here. I can go on picnics here. It’s probably closer for me to pack up my things and study here than it would be for me to go to the library. Wollaton, as you may have guessed or already knew, is where Wayne Manor is in the Batman films, so that in itself makes it worth the trip. The inside of the building is also interesting. It’s like a living history museum… with animals and stuff. It’s strange, but worth the trip inside, I mean, it’s free so… why not?

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The grounds are also beautiful. Let’s just say I’ll be spending a lot of time here. And yes, they do acknowledge the relation to Batman, with weird cardboard cut-outs placed among Victorian things

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Okay, sorry this post is long and rambly and has maybe too many pictures. I just don’t know how to write about how much my heart has been amazed by everything I’ve seen. I know if I were to spend forever here I probably wouldn’t be this motivated to see all I can. I know I would end up getting used to the buildings and the green of the countryside. I know I would start to hate the weather. But right now I want to stay. Right now I feel like I don’t have enough time here, that it’s all going to pass by too quickly. So I’ll keep doing what I’ve been doing. Making the most of the opportunities I have and trying to make some new friends along the way.

P.S. Freshers week is crazy. Freshers flu is real. 18 year olds are fun, but exhausting.

Nottingham Castle and Uni of

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First off, let me apologize for the overload of pictures that will be this post. I can’t help it. I’ve been in England for less than a week and I’m already falling in love with this place. The campus is gorgeous and huge. Probably five or six times the size I’m used to. The city center is, just amazing. It’s like normal shops and whatnot, but the top half of the building is the most beautiful architecture you have ever seen. Today ends international week and freshers week starts instead. Instead of normal orientation ice breakers, it seems here in Nottingham the preferred choice of activity is a different club every night with a different theme, hosted by the University. So, let’s just hope I survive that. But that’s not what this post is about, so let’s get to it.

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n6Yesterday, a bunch of us went in to the city center and visited Nottingham Castle, which is crazy, that I’m fifteen minutes from a castle. Anyways, the castle itself is gorgeous (obviously, it’s a castle) and holds an amazing view of the city. Inside the castle is actually a museum which primarily focuses on Nottingham itself and how it was affected by WWI as well as the fire at Nottingham Castle and other interesting components of the city. There’s even a room dedicated to Robin Hood. Here was one of my favorite parts of the museum, where everyone in town was able to write how they had been affected by the war and how it had changed the city they lived in.

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n12After the museum we walked around the grounds which are meticulously taken care of. Pretty much, I learned that I want to live in a castle, which is not a surprise. If you’re ever in Nottingham and looking for a location where it’s entirely okay to be a full blown tourist, Nottingham Castle is the place to go. Not only can you gasp at the castle itself, you get a full view of the town where you can comment on how British all the buildings are, you get a trip through an impressive museum that explains the city, and you get to stroll through the grounds. After you do all of this, you can go just down the street to England’s oldest pub, Trip to Jerusalem Inn, formed in 1189 AD, have a local ale and eat a delicious meal. Trust me, by then you’ll be in love with the city too.

So that was Nottingham Castle, now just a quick word on how excited I am to be a student at the University of Nottingham. The grounds, like I said, are beautiful. The University itself is actually a top 75 university to study at and from what I’ve seen, British people are extremely kind and helpful. I’ve added some pictures I’ve taken while walking around, just to show you I’m not just in love with this place for no reason, if you were here, you’d have fallen for it by now too.

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Okay, until next week. Hopefully I’ll have more adventures to post about and will have made some new friends. Also, Joselyn, people were not lying about food in England being bad, so stop making food posts. My mouth is watering just looking at the creamy hazelnut pesto pasta. Or keep making them so I can keep fantasizing about all of the food you are learning to make which is delicious and I cannot eat. Either way, you are making me a meal when I get home.