Can I have some Roman bath water?

What better way to put off writing papers, than updating this little blog for everyone? With these weeks winding down of my time abroad I find myself clinging to the last moments, taking in every bit I can and storing these images in my mind to hold me over. My last big adventure, not so big but made me venture out of London, included Stonehenge and Bath with my British Life and Culture class. While Stonehenge was both beautiful and exciting, I found myself over it by the 5th picture I had taken of the same sight, sun shining through the stone & the millionth tourist jumping in my picture. I’m not bashing it by any means, for it was a sight to see and therefore a trip worth taking, I just was thrilled within the first couple minutes and that was it. After we walked the circle around, my friends and I took to trying the famous rock cake in the area. While it was interesting and mildly delicious, it was no American cake that’s for sure. When we were finished up our next stop was Bath, and the minute we pulled up to this beautiful sight I felt as though I had stumbled right into a Jane Austen novel. The houses all looked the same, made out of the same colour stone creating a picturesque back drop for our guided tour. Musicians playing in the courtyards in front of the churches and their high street littered with people who looked as though they were clones of one another with beautiful blonde hair and a face to go along. We took a walking tour of the city, with an adorable old man who was more than willing to talk about anything and everything. We got to see what’s known as the circus, a circle of beautiful homes that cost more than I’d probably ever see in my lifetime. Further down the street we came across a park in which the grass was the greenest I have ever seen, the sky the brightest blue and fluffy clouds to go with. The temperature was perfect and I could not have asked for a better atmosphere. We also had the oppurtunity to visit the Roman baths which was an amazing sight. Although the water was pure green, due to pollution, the architecture and seeing just how old this structure was was pretty brilliant. They were a head of their time, and the layout of this place was fascinating, maybe one of the best parts of the trip. There was also a big rugby match taking place that day, so there were more men in drunken stances, ridiculous costumes, and slurring their words then previously seen. The sight was quite comical and I found myself becoming fascinated. When the coach was pulling away, the house lined in front of us, a beautiful river underneath, I started envying those who lived in Bath, I did not want to leave. Last Thursday I took a trip to the National History Museum, which was running rampant with school children, cute but a lot to handle. I just wanted to enjoy the Dinosaur exhibit in peace but found none, and while the exhibit was decent, and held a mechanical T-Rex, I found myself being spoiled by the Smithsonian and a bit disappointed on what was on display. Although the museum held small dinosaur part, it did hold a giant sized skeleton in the main lobby, which was pretty decent to see. The museum itself was rather large and held a lot of interesting things, but I was there for a research observation and all alone, so I figured I’d rather not test my luck and get out of there as fast as I could. Over this past weekend Tricia and I have seen more of the beautiful city of London, than we have all term. We took to trying out a vintage fair, where I snagged a sweet ring, JFK adorning the top, and tramping through the on again off again rain. At one point Starbuck’s was closing and the weather decided in that moment to downpour. We also stumbled upon a giant food market, that held anything you could think of, and even scored a delicious pulled pork sandwich. There were so many people at this market that it was hard to walk, but I guess they just let their noses direct them because the smells wafting out of everywhere were amazing. We visited a quant little museum that was once the site in which the Clink Prison stood. Many torturous things took place there and I learned a lot about how cruel they really could be. Finding out disturbingly enough that some of the persons died by being placed into a hole, which was filled with water carrying diseases and were forgotten about, their limbs falling off because they had been so waterlogged. I hope that painted as gruesome an image for you as it did for me, because that had to be the scariest thing I read while visiting this space. It was nice to get the chance to visit these places one more time. As this last week has come to a close, I am officially done with classes and now must bunker down with writing a million essays and starting to pack up my flat to travel home. Not something that sounds enjoyable in the least bit, but essay’s are all that’s expected of me for these courses so I can’t complain to much I guess, right? Til next time, Cheers xx

The Luck of Being irish.

It was week three of my Spring Holiday and with my trip to the Stansted Airport going much smoother than last time Tricia and I set out for Dublin, Ireland, the homeland of my ancestors. This had to be one of the most exciting trips I’ve had. It’s always been a dream of mine to visit and finally having the chance was amazing.

            Dublin itself was like any other city tall buildings, old antique looking windows as well as the statues to show their battles they’ve been through, but it was the people who lived in this great city that made it extra special, all the Gingers mulling about didn’t help the situation my love for them is endless ;). I have never met more people who seemed to be genuinely nice because that’s just who they are then what I found here. Just making a purchase at a local shop brought massive amounts of conversations over anything and everything, they seemed to care what I had to say. Even asking locals for directions, which was a task because no one had any idea where anything was, showed that they were more than willing to help us find our way.

            We happened to be staying in a Hostel right off of O’Connell Street, and this place could make for a story all by itself. Once inside this hostel it did not seem as though it was going to be that bad, but after not being able to check in until 12 and carrying my suitcase up three flights of stairs I was a bit apprehensive as to what this endeavor would cause. Our roommates consisted of two other females who spoke basically no English, which in all honesty was not that big of a deal. The room I had no problems with, it was the toilets, which will forever haunt my dreams. Two showers, looked as though they haven’t been cleaned since before Ireland was discovered as well as two toilets. These facilities were to be used by all females on this floor and that never ends well. The showers were a complete nightmare, only produced cold water and in order to turn them on a button had to be pressed and held in. When the water shot out you had better ducked for cover unless you wanted to feel as though you were being stung by a bee multiple times over. Let’s just say I gave up and did not believe showering was that necessary while I was in Dublin, believe me you would have felt the same.

During the first day, we decided to purchase a sightseeing bus ticket, touristy to the max, but proved to be the best decision. Able to hop on and off of the bus was beneficial seeing as there was quite a bit to see. Our first stop was the Guinness Factory, the best part of this tour was the free pint that I was able to consume in a gravity bar some 7 stories up. Shockingly enough the Guinness was quite delicious and the sight before me was beautiful. After the factory we hopped back on the bus and took a ride along the city, seeing a beautiful park in which the deer roamed freely and did not bother with people. This was pretty cool to witness seeing as back home they’d be frigid and scared half to death.

            Once we made it back to the hostel we decided to call it a night and finally got a decent nights sleep. The next day brought some souvenir shopping, a visit to Oscar Wilde’s statue, a walk around Dublin Castle and a shop to find our family crest’s, sadly my name is listed nowhere. We also had the chance to see Christ’s Church where a lot of the awesome show the Tudors was filmed. Sadly we couldn’t tour the church but the reason behind it was pretty amazing for the creator of The Tudors is working on a new show called The Stuarts and they were filming on location. This was really cool to find out because we were able to see some of the actors in their costumes and such.

When we were done with our sightseeing bit we finally took time out to act in true Irish fashion and visit some pubs. In our adventure we visited the Oldest Pub in Ireland, The Brazen Head (1198). It was a cute little place and I was shocked to see $ bills all over the wall, messages written in sharpie. We took to also visiting a few more pubs, hearing traditional Irish music and tasting some great cider. When we finally settled on the ending pub I must say we made the right choice. The atmosphere was amazing, the people happy and very friendly. There was a guy in the front doing cover songs and when Zombie by the Cranberries came on I almost lost it. It was already one of my favorite songs, but to hear it in an Irish pub has now given it more meaning with a great memory attached to it. It was the perfect ending to my time in Dublin, but I’m counting the days until I can go back and see the beautiful green hills.

            Once we left Ireland, our next stop was Liverpool, the birthplace of the legendary Beatles. This was an amazing experience as well, four people who changed the face of music grew up here and I was lucky enough to get the chance to see. Although Liverpool itself isn’t the prettiest (no offence), Albert Dock was quite charming. Nice little boats in the water and the Beatles Story museum up a head. This was a nice treat, being able to see some of the instruments they used to record items as well as John Lennon’s shades proved to be most exciting. If you do happen to decide to take a trip to Liverpool plan to stay longer than a night, there is a lot more to do. The past two weeks have been some of the best, and hold so many memories that I’ll never forget. Sadly now, it’s back to classes and preparations for my final essay. Before I know it, it’ll be time to go home, so here’s to making the most with what I’ve got left.

Till next time.

Cheers

xx

Ciao!

Where do I even begin to try to depict the story of my time in Italy? It will forever live to be one of the best weeks of my life, & I will forever live on being jealous of myself for that experience. Sadly I can’t go in to full detail as to what I did while I was there, it would take days, but this is my attempt to convey what I saw/experienced.

            It was an early Saturday morning (2 AM kind of early) and Tricia and I had to head downstairs from her flat in order to start our two-hour journey to the Stansted airport. Unfortunately for us, London, one of the worlds most populated cities, does not believe in 24-hour train services or underground, our flight gate closed at 5:30. To make things short, because this story could go on for days, we missed our first bus, got on the wrong second bus got off at Vauxhall and were at a loss as to how to get to Liverpool Station, which is where we needed to catch the train to take us to the airport. We flagged for a taxi to take us and got a nice tour of the city and the pissed people who littered the street. We arrived at the train station with 10 minutes to spare and were thankfully on our way. We arrived at the airport at about 5:00 and had 30 minutes to make it through bag check as well as security. By the grace of God we made it through everything and had about 5 minutes to spare and so the running began. Now normally I would be the one sitting comfortably at my gate watching as these idiotic people dashed to their gates, wondering why they simply could not make it on time, but now I found myself in the same predicament and couldn’t help but be a bit mad. So here is my apology to anyone I have ever laughed at for being late for his or her gate, because I now completely understand what you’ve been through. Thankfully through the struggle and running on zero hours of sleep, we made the flight and were now on our way to Calabria, Italy.

            My friend Tricia has some family who lives in this quite little town so we lucked out and were able to stay in this quant little Bed and Breakfast located among the main road. The scenery was quite breath taking. Standing on the back balcony the lining of trees and hills in the distance were beautiful, and it did not help that it was sunny and warm. There was even an adorable old lady outside, an apron adorning her waist, grabbing the laundry she had hanging out to dry. When i picture Italy, cute little old ladies such as this one are exactly what I picture so this made it completely surreal that I was in this beautiful country.  If you walked through to the kitchen and stood along that balcony you could look out and see exactly where the Mediterranean Sea lined with the skyline and couldn’t help but smile at how pretty it all was.

            Once we got settled in we decided to go out and explore this little town, where everyone knows everyone, and we were those American girls who had come for a visit. We had to walk along the man highway and when I tell you the men do not hold back on the honks, I am not kidding we had our own little theme music along our walk. It did give a nice little boost of confidence but was also very comical as well. Even the men who were driving with their wives did not hold back on the honks and were sometimes the worst offenders.

            We took a nice little hike through the town, finding the city center and realized everything was closed so we decided to scope out the grocery store and snag some food. We thought we were ahead of the game by grabbing things for Easter dinner, seeing as literally nothing would be open, but boy were we wrong. Our dinner ended up consisting of frozen Cordon Bleu and chocolate nutella sandwiches. Let’s just say that’s one holiday dinner I’d never forget.

            Later Saturday night, after some much needed rest we were picked up by the owner of the B&B and brought to this cute little bar. We didn’t have to pay for anything, which I was shocked to experience and the owner was nice enough to introduce us to some of the local boys around town, they even invited us to a BBQ on the beach that coming Monday, which happens to be a holiday in Italy.

            So when Monday rolled around some of the boys came to pick us up to drive us to the beach where they had a BBQ set up and began to make us food. For one, I have never eaten so much in my life I was afraid they were going to keep feeding us and never stop, two this delicious meal was prepared by GUYS, which is simply a shocker in itself. It was nice to be let in on this tradition and to experience with locals that were our age. While communication was a bit difficult it was nice to be out of the touristy areas and in to normal everyday life. While we were at this BBQ I must also point out that a large cattle of goats stampeded down the trail we were on with the head herder on a four wheeler, the most hilarious site I’ve seen.

Throughout the week we visited the beach, which was a crystal clear blue and were able to relax on the sand underneath the warm sun. I also had the chance to try real pasta, gelato, wine as well as PIZZA (the thing I had been looking forward to the most)! The people in this little town were some of the nicest people I have ever met. They worked with us on trying to convey exactly what we wanted or needed and didn’t become snobby when they realized all we knew how to say was hello, goodbye and thank you. Even the little old man who I’ve dubbed Donatello was helpful and tried communicating with us the best way he knew how. When they say Italians know how to be hospitable they were not lying. I honestly cannot wait to go back and do it all over again. It was a beautiful country with some beautiful people (if you know what I mean) and if you ever have the opportunity to take a trip to Italy, do not be afraid to break out of the tourist area’s. Try to travel down the path less traveled by people such as yourself, you’ll never know what you’re bound to find.