A Mini Adventure: Southwell

DSC_0171

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.

DSC_0159

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.

DSC_0221

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!

Advertisements

Some Things I’ll Miss About England

DSC_0010Hello sisters.

So I know I still have a considerable amount of time abroad, but the the facts are, I only have three weeks of school left until I leave for break and even though after break I return for another two weeks, I’m already feeling nostalgic for a place I’m still living. The thing is, the idea of leaving this new place where I’ve discovered so many things and met so many people is wrenching my heart. Going to Uni here has been like starting over and in an effort to avoid thinking about the upcoming holidays where I won’t be with my family, I thought I’d list some of my favorite things about the place I live.

1. England is beautiful. The picture above is from Wollaton and Deer Park. I have found that Wollaton is the exact perfect way to take a study break. Sometimes, I’ll load my phone up with a new podcast or good music and just take a walk around the lake. There are always families walking around or people cycling and I find it a great way to clear my head and breathe in some fresh air. The fact is, England is beautiful. It’s like they try especially hard to make everything aesthetically pleasing and I love it.

10402894_397184880432469_1731277670275367850_n

2. The City Center. Nottingham is not exactly England’s shining jewel, but the city center has always surprised me with the amount of things to do and the amount of weird adventures I’ve had. Whether it’s going out to clubs where everyone dances embarrassingly and I have yet to see any true grinding, or just randomly going into town one day and finding a vintage fair, Nottingham makes me happy. The other evening, after 80’s night at a dance club, me and a friend ran through town attempting to get McDonald’s before our bus was due to arrive. We made it, but only by sprinting with burgers and fries in our hands and mouths and almost choking from laughing.

DSC_0233

3. Traveling. The picture above is from a random two day trip I took with my friend Molly to Cambridge. The town was having a little carnival type deal for Guy Fawkes night where the fireworks were actually pretty impressive. The fact is, I took a random trip to a completely new city in the middle of the week and just took time to explore. I don’t do that at home, no one really does. I know it’s harder to do in the states than it is here, but I’m going to miss it when I return. I’ll be flat broke from all of the traveling, but it’s oh so worth it.

DSC_0402 IMG_2977 IMG_2517

4. The people. This one is going to hurt. The people in my hall are becoming some of my favorite humans. It’s going to hurt like a bitch leaving them.

Anyways, there’s a quick, more optimistic comment on how my life has been going lately. I have some footage from other, more recent travels, I just need to get my shiz together and actually edit it all. But this is all I can manage at the moment, I have to go read some criticism on Death of a Salesman now. Byeeee.

An American going to School in England: What to Expect

n9

“Hi, my name is Lacey.”

That’s all it takes before someone knows I’m not from England. Every time I introduce myself I’m instantly asked two things. One, being “Lucy?” the other being “Where are you from?” Apparently, the name Lacey is not popular in England. In fact, it’s so unpopular that I always have to introduce myself twice. Once the fact that my name is Lacey not Lucy is confirmed, people usually remember someone named Lacey being on a reality T.V. show. Which I have also realized is true, I have a reality show girl participant name. That’s fine though.

The question “Where are you from?” has also been an interesting one. Instantly when I speak people can tell I’m not from England. The accent is a dead give away and despite the fact that I’ve been here for a month and a half, I really can’t do an English accent to save my life. But the actual question has been interesting because one, people are scared to ask if I’m from the States, and two, it’s difficult to know if they know exactly where Oregon or Washington are. Usually when telling people where I’m from I’ll say “I’m from Oregon, in America.” Which, then based on their lack of acknowledgement I’ll follow with “It’s above California” or “It’s on the West coast.” What I’ve found really interesting about this question is the fear people have that I’ll be offended if they assume I’m from America and I end up being from Canada. Apparently that’s an issue, Canadians don’t like to be confused with Americans, who knew?

Anyways, now that I’ve been here for a considerable amount of time I thought I’d do a post about some things I’ve learned about being an American in England. There have been some ups and downs, but these are things that have really stuck out as far as being foreign goes.

1. I don’t know how to speak English:

Upon hearing that I’m an American student taking English courses most people have replied with “But you don’t even speak proper English, isn’t like learning  a second language?” I usually reply with something equally sassy, but the truth is there have been quite a few struggles dealing with language. Sometimes words are hard. Talking about school is hard. Here they don’t have majors, their college was part of high school (which is not called high school) and they have no idea what a sophomore, junior, or senior is. Here’s an example of just a random conversation that became a struggle:

“You know, you really should have worn soccer cleats… I mean football cleats? Or football trainers? Or… football shoes?”

“There called football boots.”

This is just one example. There have been many many instances when I realized that I don’t know how to speak English.

2. England is expensive:

I knew coming here that the exchange rate was going to be rough. 1.7 dollars is 1 pound and that has not been a pleasant thing. Basically, everything is priced the same as in the states (a burger is 7-8 pounds a candy bar is a quid) but that price goes up when you’re using American dollars to pay for it. Not only that, but you have to pay for everything here. There are hundreds of societies for students to join, which is great, what’s less great is that they all cost money. Want to be on a sports team? That’s going to be fourteen pounds, plus you need to buy a gym membership so you can come to training, plus you need to pay sixty pounds for kit, plus tournament fees, plus transportation fees to get to the tournament. The school literally has tickets for clubs and events every night, but you need to pay for all of it. Lets just say my wallet is hurting a lot more than it should responsibly be hurting and I’m going to blame England rather than myself for that problem.

3. Public transportation is the best thing to exist ever.

The public transportation in England is amazing. You can get anywhere on a bus and the train tickets are actually decently priced. Traveling is a lot easier when you can get to the train station from a bus that picks you up directly from your school. Not to mention that the actually university is a far walk from the town center, but the bus comes by every five minutes, so it’s not even an issue. It makes me feel like an adult using the bus system correctly and it makes me wish we had a better system in America.

4. The classes are entirely different, and I don’t know if I like it.

I actually only have classes two days a week. Tuesday and Friday are the only days I actually attend school, but it doesn’t feel that way. There is so much independent study and as an English student, I am doing so much reading. The first week of classes my Victorian Literature class announced we were reading Great Expectations and expected to be done by that time next week. It’s a new novel every week, a new play every week, and a few of Shakespeare’s history plays thrown in for good measure. My entire grade in the class is determined by one thing at the end. For two classes this is an essay, for the other two it’s a test. I’m terrified of this, but I’m also really enjoying what I’m studying. Let’s just say it’s been interesting.

5. British people are really nice.

I’m surprised how much I actually love living in a dorm hall again, but the people in my corridor have all proven to be fantastic people. We play hall wide games of Monopoly, do pub quizzes, and just in general, hang out a lot. I really love the feeling of someone just knocking on my door and saying “we’re going out now” and your plans for the night changing from watching Netflix to going to a bar. I’ve made some friends here and it’s going to be hard to leave.

 

Okay, I apologize for the amount of text that was that post, but if you made it through, may I commend you on your perseverance. I’m looking forward to the rest of my time here and hopefully next week I’ll be back with some great stories from Scotland. Until then, cheers and other British words.

 

York: Why you need to go

Clifford Tower

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.

DSC_0105

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.

DSC_0018   DSC_0014

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.

DSC_0045

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!

DSC_0132

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

IMG_2454

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.

IMG_2277IMG_2307

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.

IMG_2322 IMG_2338

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.

IMG_2365 IMG_2386

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.

IMG_2420 IMG_2424

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.

IMG_2340

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

DSC_0272

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.

DSC_0026

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.

DSC_0312

DSC_0112

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.

DSC_0353

Also, a shout-out to the people I went with who made it even more enjoyable. This picture accurately describes the people in it.DSC_0081

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.

DSC_0386DSC_0399

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?

DSC_0418

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.

 DSC_0444 DSC_0435

DSC_0428

Now, on to Wollaton Hall.

DSC_0316

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?

DSC_0331DSC_0355

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

DSC_0337

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

n5

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.

n7

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.

n10

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.

n3n4n2

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.