tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91716138292406650322024-03-13T04:22:46.622-07:00An Illusion of CompetenceA psychology student faces off with the world.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167133317074939136noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171613829240665032.post-9844529343311880022015-04-13T18:17:00.000-07:002015-04-13T18:18:45.136-07:00Magic Hour<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today I picked up my camera and went outside. I grabbed the dog (arguably not a great idea with a nice camera) and walked. I stopped and I took pictures and we ambled along the waterfront barefoot (also arguably not a good idea in a dog-friendly park) and it was wonderful. This year has been overwhelming in both good and not-at-all-even-a-little-bit good ways, and I have learned a lot about things like priorities and my non-negotiable need for sleep. I am (slowly) learning it is okay to let crusades go, and to let less important things slide to just make it through the day. Do I have fewer pictures of my time here in Philadelphia? Yes. Did giving myself permission to set down my camera for most of the last ten months make my ramble today much more enjoyable/freeing/relaxing? Absolutely.<br />
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Here's to longer days.<br />
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E.D.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167133317074939136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171613829240665032.post-87132748111007340432014-08-10T11:14:00.001-07:002014-08-10T11:15:16.374-07:00Lazy Sundays. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sundays are the days that I pull everything back together for the week. I make lunches for the week, do laundry, and relax. Today I made it over to Reading Terminal Market to check out Iovine Brother's Produce. And I will be going back. They have generally reasonable prices, and in the back they have "grab bags"- bags of produce that is slightly damaged or closer to its expiration date, and all the bags are a dollar. I grabbed a bag of tomatoes, zucchini, and yellow squash. The produce was all really nice, and I made veggies for all my lunches for the week using only half of each bag - which is about $1.50 for the whole thing. I was a little worried about finding reasonably priced fresh produce, so I'm so glad I found this!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167133317074939136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171613829240665032.post-15281716361593941152014-08-09T11:01:00.000-07:002014-08-10T11:02:22.137-07:00Shifting Beds<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello again internet! Guess what! On Thursday, I moved for the LAST TIME. For a year anyway. I CANNOT ACCURATELY EXPRESS MY EXCITEMENT THROUGH THIS MEDIUM, BUT REST ASSURED THAT I AM OVERJOYED. Last Sunday, one of my lovely and selfless friends with a car took me to IKEA so that I could get queen bedding (You read that right guys, I sleep on a twin bed no more!). The actual date that I was going to move was a little up in the air, so I decided to go ahead and wash my sheets. I am really glad that I did, because while I was at work on Thursday afternoon, I got a call saying that my new room was ready, oh and they moved the bed out of the room I had been using. So, once I made it back from the Phillies game, I went into crazy moving mood and moved all of my things. I am SO glad to finally feel settled, and this room is awesome. It has giant (frosted) windows, and an attached bathroom that I'm pretty confident is larger than the bedroom I shared with my sister for about twelve years. Now that I am done moving, I feel a whole lot less like I am in Limbo, and more like my year here has actually started (Which is good, because I have been here for four weeks already.). Everyone else gets here on Saturday, and I can't wait for them to move in!<br />
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<br />Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167133317074939136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171613829240665032.post-35095066574867560592014-07-21T18:58:00.002-07:002014-07-21T18:58:50.489-07:00So. Many. Stairs. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello again! Guess what guys...I moved! Which is awesome. Because now I only have to move one more time, and that move is within the same building and means I get first pick of rooms :)<br />
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So, what does <i>this </i>move mean? Well, the last move got me to Philadelphia, but I was living in sketch-land, and spent a lot of my free time in the cemetery. There was a kitten, but I am still so grateful to now live in a (super-duper) nice area.<br />
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I went from a tiny attic nun-closet with negative air conditioning to a giant room (there are two couches, an armchair <i>and</i> a real bed) with central air. I'm moving up in the world guys. Quite literally actually, as my last room was on the third floor and this one is on the fourth. Although I would not suggest moving all your stuff up 56 steps all by yourself. I made the mistake of carrying my giant duffel up all by myself, and I am now sporting some lovely bruises and scratches on my collarbone. My new friend James helped me carry up the rest of my stuff, which was much appreciated (It is amazing what you can get new friends with cars and a love of gelato to do for a milkshake).<br />
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This new place is also in the middle of <i>everything. </i>I am a ten minute walk from work, a five minute walk from the library, and a two minute walk from all my sister's favorite stores (come visit me, <i>nudge nudge</i>).<br />
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Oh, and did I mention that there are TWO CHIPOTLES WITHIN WALKING DISTANCE? No? WELL, THERE ARE. I may miss out on some of my absolute favorite Tex-Mex, but at least Chipotle will always be around to be my comfort food. :)<br />
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Remember back when I was in London, and I did a reasonably okay job of updating this thing? When I had a dream of continuing it throughout my senior year of college as a way to document the year? Yeah? Well, that was before senior year ate my brain, so that didn't really happen. In the few moments I was able to escape from the brain-eating, I did do fun things like go to New Orleans and explore abandoned theme parks. So I figured I would do some retrospective out-of-context posts. Just for the heck of it. The first two photos were taken in New Orleans pre-stomach plague of death (But that's a story for another time.), and the third was taken in the fish hatchery of Dogpatch USA.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167133317074939136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171613829240665032.post-3170995540019640082014-07-19T20:47:00.001-07:002014-07-19T20:54:02.979-07:00So You Live In A Convent<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Week one is over. Weird. I'm not really sure how that happened. You know those weeks where there is so much going on, and 85% of it is overwhelming, and some really good stuff has happened, and some really bad stuff has happened, and some really weird stuff has happened, and you don't really know how to process any of it? No? Well pretend, because that's about where I am right now.<br />
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I am still thrilled to be here, but it has been a roller-coaster this week. On Saturday, I moved into the place (convent) I am living in right now. The nuns lest in 2005, and it is now populated by 22 camp counselors. The building and grounds are beautiful and the building I am in was built in the early 1800s, which is pretty cool. Let me tell you, I now have new respect for northeastern weather. Ninety degrees isn't that hot when you can escape to air conditioning, but when you live in an attic room with a broken window A/C unit that prevents you from opening the window, ninety degrees becomes a whole new animal. The neighborhood was described to me as "urban" and "diverse". My mother suggested I stay in a youth hostel for the week. It's really not that bad, but I haven't been going out in the neighborhood on my own. I work in Center City, so I take the bus there, and I am excited to move closer tomorrow so I can get out and explore on my own. I worked a lot this week, and when I get too stir-crazy in the convent I go and hang out in the cemetery. It's pretty and there are cats, which is cool.<br />
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Monday I started work, which was great and overwhelming and weird. I showed up on Monday morning, and had to go through a bunch of HR stuff. In the middle of a lecture on worker's comp stuff, I had this bizarre moment where I realised that I now have a real job. And that's weird, and I don't know how I feel about it. It's not the work that's weird. That's overwhelming in different ways. This was one of those holy-crap-I'm-a-college-gratuate-and-sort-of-considered-a-real-adult-and-I-don't-know-how-to-handle-this things. My actual job is similar in a lot of ways to when I worked in foster care as an intern, but for some reason business cards and worker's compensation doctors lists freak me out. Is that just me? Possibly.<br />
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Now that I have had a day to recover by binge-watching Hemlock Grove (So. Good. Check it out. Unless you have a really weak stomach and/or hate horror. It's really not scary, but can get a little graphic.), and sleep in, I declare my first week here a success. Next weeks starts tomorrow with a cross-city move, so I'll let y'all know how that goes.<br />
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<br />Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167133317074939136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171613829240665032.post-8027228559407391402014-07-11T15:41:00.000-07:002014-07-19T20:49:46.057-07:00Time For a New Adventure<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello again internet. I realise that it has been quite a while, and I apologise to the three people that kept up with this little corner :). I made it back from London just fine, although I would have to say that the adjustment to back home was harder than the adjustment to being abroad. This could have something to do with the fact that I expected to have to adjust when I went abroad. I did not expect to have to adjust when I came back. But I digress. Everything went (reasonably) smoothly, and I graduated with a BA in Psychology this May. YAY!<br />
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Now I am off to live in Philadelphia for a year to work as a case-worker. Have I ever been to Philadelphia? Nope. Ever lived anywhere in the Northeast? Absolutely not. So stick with me guys, this should be an adventure.<br />
<br />Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167133317074939136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171613829240665032.post-23187406280842407062013-07-29T16:03:00.000-07:002014-07-19T20:50:59.525-07:00Thoughts on Experiences. "Oh, it will be such a great experience!"<br />
"Oh, you'll have so much fun!"<br />
"Oh, you'll have such a great time, and get to travel so much!"<br />
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I heard all of this, and more, as I prepared to head off to London to study abroad. Funny, no one really mentioned me <i>learning</i> anything, and most people did start off whatever they said with "Oh!". Though I will be the first to admit that my semester had less than I would have liked to offer me academically, I learned more life lessons in these past six months than I expected. By a long shot.<br />
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I didn't really experience the whole "no-one-can-possibly-understand-what-I'm-going-through" phase, or, the "intense-homesickness" phase that we were all warned about it that mandatory study abroad meeting last fall. I did have intense mexican food cravings by the end of the semester though, and honestly, at times, I missed that more than my family (I'm not heartless, but skype works much better connecting me to my family members across the ocean than it does with connecting me with Chuy's). Luckily, I lived in a predominantly Bengali neighbourhood, and only a couple of blocks away from curry mile, so I was able to be placated with some fantastic curry. Curry that I will never be able to replicate, and I am sure in a couple of months my curry cravings will rival the mexican food ones. My semester had a lot of subtle and not-so-subtle shifts mirroring my experience with mexican food and curry. And, as with everything in life, I even managed to learn some lessons.<br />
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Lesson one: Public transportation, when functional, is one of the most phenomenal things ever. Living in a climate where it is tolerable to be outside for more than 30 seconds is pretty great too.<br />
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Lesson two: London does not have good Mexican food. Full Stop.<br />
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Lesson three: London has incredible curry restaurants. If anyone can find me a reasonably priced curry restaurant in the states that can come close, they will have my everlasting gratitude.<br />
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Lesson four: Street signs that exist and are consistently placed in the same general area are helpful, and often necessary for navigation (I'm looking at a whole lot of European countries here).<br />
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Lesson five: Trainers are for tourists, and London is not easy on the feet.<br />
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I could go into the deep, meaningful, breakthrough moments I had while abroad, but every time I try to talk about those with someone, much less write them down, I sound ridiculous. Honestly, I learned a lot more about how little I know than anything else, and came away with more questions than answers. I think that's a good thing though. As soon as I decide that I have all, or even most of the answers, my world has obviously gotten too small. I do know that I need some more time "out there" to learn a little more about myself. Though I am still set on that PhD in psychology, I want to take a year off to live somewhere else. I want another year where the routine is often overwhelming, where I am far enough out of my comfort zone that I am not getting back in anytime soon, so I might as well just go with it.<br />
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I'm not qualified to get anywhere close to "settling down"yet. I don't know enough about how I function, and what works best for me. I don't know nearly enough about my likes and dislikes, or what is really important to me. This all seems absolutely ludicrous, as out of anyone, I should know myself best. Then again, that's not saying much.<br />
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Thanks for sticking it out with me internet. I will let you know when the next adventure comes along.<br />
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Hello there. I feel super special, because my friend Elizabeth from back home asked me to write a guest post for a blog she and her dad write, called <a href="http://hazbeans.blogspot.co.uk/">Haz-Beans</a>. Go <a href="http://hazbeans.blogspot.co.uk/2013/06/the-cafe-at-foyles-uk.html">check it out</a>!<br />
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For the past couple of months, I have been going to a Friday night Capoeira class taught by my friend Dafne. Capoeira is a Brazilian martial art, and a whole lot of fun. Cartwheels, handstands and spinning kicks are in abundance, and music is a big part of it too. On Sunday, I went to a roda with Dafne, and got to see a bunch of people play. It was in a park, and we had gathered quite the audience.<br />
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On Saturday, we went out to celebrate Charlie's birthday. We went to a great rooftop bar in Shoreditch, called the Queen of Hoxton, and I would highly recommend it on the rare nice days here.<br />
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I never thought I would be complaining about not having enough stuff to do. Well, that's not completely true. I really do enjoy being so busy that I don't have time to sleep, and the only way everything gets done is by strictly adhering to an ever-changing schedule in my brain. I like to sleep sometimes, obviously, but only in-between the busy bits. Free time is also a plus, but even that should feel productive in some way (baking, running, hanging out with friends, plotting to take over the world...).<br />
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It's when there is little to do and only really, really long term deadlines (a couple of months or more) that things begin to slide. When I have <i>too much</i> time, and no hard and fast deadlines to adhere to, nothing gets done. Nothing. For my three classes here, I had three hours of lectures a week, some suggested reading, one paper, and one final. No job, and my only extra-curricular with set practices is a Friday night Capoiera class that I keep missing because I am out of town.<br />
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Now, don't get me wrong. I am <i>absolutely not</i> complaining about this really awesome experience I am in the middle of. London is fantastic, and having the free time to explore London, as well as being able to travel to Europe is incredible. This is more some soul-searching self realisation about how I function as a semi-competent human being. Now that most world governments recognise me as an adult, I should start figuring this stuff out, right?<br />
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I have already learned never to schedule early morning flights so early that the public transportation you need to get to the other bus or train you are taking to take you to the airport isn't running. Night buses are not super reliable and waking up at 3 AM is not fun.<br />
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I have learned that public transportation (where functional) is <i>awesome. </i> I do not miss driving, but will miss walking almost everywhere, and sitting and reading a book on the tube to my destination.<br />
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I have also learned that I travel well with certain types of people and not well with others, and <i>yes, </i>It <i>does</i> make a <i>huge</i> difference.<br />
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I have learned that routines of some sort are my friend. Or at least schedules. They don't even have to be consistent, really. Also, deadlines. Deadlines are awesome. (I <i>really </i>never thought I would say that.) Basically, having copious amounts of free time and a travel schedule that prevents me from picking up those little (or big) responsibilities that give my life structure isn't going to work for me long term.<br />
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Not to say I wouldn't want to say, hike through Turkey for a month, or spend a few weeks backpacking in New Zealand, but this whole class-three-days-a-week-no-job-travel-every-other-weekend-and-randomly-for-two-weeks isn't going to cut it. Can you spot the difference? Here it is- one has <i>structure.</i> Boy, do I sound <i>boring</i>.<br />
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Did I mention how excited I am about the tupperware I get to purchase for my apartment next year? Because... yeah.<br />
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<i>P.S.- I feel like I should point out again that I am really, really happy in London, and this has been an incredible, eye-opening, and life changing experience for me. Part of what has made it so great though, is how much I have learned about myself. Not really what I was expecting. I have learned all sorts of things about different cultures, how to travel without making a complete fool of myself, and that Londoners are sadly deprived of real cornbread and decent barbecue. But I think some of the most important things I have learned are things about how I function, and under what conditions I excel. These are lessons that will help me make decisions for the rest of my life. Would I have figured all this out back in the states? Probably. Did I already know some of it? Yeah. Did being here, in a mostly alien environment make me face it and figure it out a whole lot faster? Absolutely. </i>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17167133317074939136noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171613829240665032.post-62304630602567403082013-05-15T16:14:00.000-07:002013-05-23T16:20:13.547-07:00An Invasion of Disney Princesses (sort of).<i>Disclaimer: We are really nothing like Disney princesses, except for the whole woodland creatures sitting on shoulders thing. </i><br />
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We are really good at timing. Reeeaaallyyy good at timing. The week after Katie and I went to visit Rachel in Spain, they came to visit me in London! In our defence, the Murcia trip was already planned when we found out that Keston Cobblers Club was playing in London the next Sunday. So the next weekend it was!<br />
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Rachel got in on Thursday night, and Katie came in on Friday afternoon. Rachel got in and I made her a super-late (by normal people standards) dinner, and the next morning we headed out to explore the British Museum, and then we went on to Borough Market, where we met Katie. I told Rachel that she had to at least try some British food, but when I suggested some sort of a meat pie, and mentioned that I had had a really great chicken and mushroom one at the market a few weeks earlier, she assured me that it sounded gross. I insisted we get one anyway, and lo and behold, she loved it.<br />
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Pie and mash in hand, we went to the courtyard of the Southwark Cathedral to enjoy our food. We stopped by the reconstruction of the Globe Theater, and I introduced Rachel to delicious (lactose friendly!) goat's milk ice cream. After meeting up with Katie, we wandered over to see Tower Bridge and the Tower of London.<br />
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We made friends with some pigeons, lots of geese and swans, and even a squirrel. It was a very Disney day. After unentangling ourselves from the critters, we headed to the Science museum, where we promptly lost track of Rachel. Fortunately we had anticipated this, and had a prearranged meeting point. Katie and I explored the alchemy exhibit, while Rachel made her own way through the museum. The museum was cool, but I am pretty museumed out at this point in the semester. There are some incredible museums here, but there are also a whole lot of them. The gift shop was really cool though. They had Doctor Who tea sets, and some spiffy futuristic lunchboxes, as well as ice cube trays for making ice cups.<br />
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Saturday night was a lot of fun too. We went to Roadhouse, the same bar Emily, Rani, and I went to. It was a fun evening, but the best night was yet to come.<br />
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Sunday morning we pulled ourselves out of bed, and walked to the Columbia Road flower market, as the weekend tube closures created a blackout zone between where I live and anything west of me (read: anything worth going to). The walk wasn't bad, but the closures did make our transportation much more complicated. The flower market was beautiful and bustling as always, and we were able to explore some new shops around the area.<br />
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After the first market that day, we headed to the second market of the day and the third of the weekend, Camden Markets. We stopped for lunch in the Loch Market, where I had a delicious but eye wateringly spicy jerk chicken wrap, and Katie had a kangaroo burger. We then wandered the market, and picked up some matching shirts for tailgating purposes next year. After the market, we hightailed it back to my flat to grab dinner before heading to the concert.<br />
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Keston Cobbler's club did not dissapoint, and neither did the other two acts we saw that night, Rue Royale, and another act that I can't quite remember the name of...but it started with an S. Check out some of their stuff on YouTube, it's great! The venue was also pretty cool, it was a downstairs room under this teensy bar near King's Cross Station.<br />
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P.S. -- Thanks to Rachel and Katie for help with the photos!<br />
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It may still be cold, but judging by how green everything is, I think we can officially say that spring is here.<br />
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This weekend, <a href="http://thenotsomerrywanderer.blogspot.co.uk/">Katie</a> and I headed to Spain to visit <a href="http://tuvidaenmurcia.blogspot.co.uk/">Rachel</a>! After waking up at 3:30 to make a 7:45 flight and arriving in Alicante, we managed to make it on the right bus from the airport, and found our way to Murcia. We were particularly terrible about documenting this trip with pictures, but that's okay, because we caught the most important things...the BEACHES (and the ducks)!<br />
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Rachel made us some delicious sandwiches, as the gas man hadn't made it yet, so we couldn't use the stove or oven (he didn't make it till Monday). Luckily, with lukewarm showers, we managed to keep the hot water going until we had a new tank.<br />
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Katie and I headed back to the beach in Alicante on Monday, and made the walk to the bus station without a map or any wrong turns, which was really exciting. Though we managed to get on the right bus, a couple of hours before Rachel, a "cinco minuto" stop at a gas station that turned into a 45 minute break, and a search by drug dogs at Alicante meant that Katie and I only got to the beach about fifteen minutes before Rachel did. The drug dog search was actually pretty amusing, once we figured out going on. The dog was much more concerned with the crying baby and the bread in my bag than it was with any of the bags shoved in his face by his handler. We weren't sure if the dog was in training, or if it was just...Spain.<br />
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Spain was most definitely a successful trip, and I absolutely want to go back. I would love to go back when it's a tad bit warmer, to spend some more time swimming, and I really, really, want to go hiking and rock climbing in the mountains. I don't think there were nearly so many places I wanted to travel to before this semester, and now the list just keeps getting longer and longer and longer. :)<br />
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Last weekend, my mother and grandmother came to visit! We had a blast exploring, eating lots and lots of food, and hanging out with family.<br />
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Friday we headed to borough market, ate delicious paella, found some souvenirs, and tried goat's milk ice cream. The ice cream was pretty delicious, but a little weird. It was raspberry and chill flavoured, though you didn't taste the chill till it hit the back of your throat. After the market, we went to the Victoria and Albert museum and looked at costumes and jewellery. And a really fancy staircase.<br />
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They headed home early on Tuesday morning, but I am glad they made it all the way over here to visit!<br />
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This weekend, I took a short trip up to Bradford (it's near Leeds) to visit <a href="http://thenotsomerrywanderer.blogspot.co.uk/">Katie</a>. It was just what I needed. We went hiking on the Ilkely moors on Friday, and on Saturday we traipsed over the moors that supposedly helped to inspire Wuthering Heights in Keighley.<br />
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Anyway, when we went to Keighley, we discovered that the footpath actually led over a rock wall and across the sheep pastures. Did I mention it was lambing season? I really, really wanted to pet a sheep. I was successful in this endeavour (Anyone surprised?).<br />
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After the pastures, we continued accross the moors, in search of ruins that we eventually decided didn't exist. Kind of like the <a href="http://anillusionofcompetence.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/berlin.html">Ritter Sport Store </a>in Berlin. We followed a "path" for a while, and ended up playing the fun game of "Find the Ground!" You should try it sometime. Moors are really, really springy. There are also a plethora of hidden streams, hidden under unstable ground.<br />
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We caught the last bus back to Bradford, and after a delicious meal of curry at Ambala (We had curry three nights in a row, and it was worth it.) we watched some good old Relic Hunter (Availible on Netflix!), that we discovered when Katie came to visit me in February. Overall, this was a really laid back, relaxing trip, which was nice after the chaos that was Easter Break.<br />
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Has anyone in America other than my family seen the BBC drama Upstairs Downstairs? Probably not. So you should go watch it now. It is a lot like Downton Abbey. So, pretty spiffy. (Side note: Spiffy is a wonderful word, so stop judging me Stephanie.) I ran across the house from the TV show on my way to Hyde Park the other day, and it was pretty exciting. In the show, the number is 165 Eaton Place, but in reality they just painted the one on every time they used the front of the house for filming, in attempts to give the residents some privacy. Which clearly worked really well. I think one of my favourite things about wandering around London is stumbling across random, awesome things. Sometime the things I find distract me so much that I don't make it to my original goal. </div>
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This natural history museum was pretty standard, with the story about the solar system and the history of the earth, as well as the geology lesson (sedimentary, igneous, and metamorphic rocks anyone?), with all the rocks and minerals. I did find out that Kryptonite is real! Scientists found it in Serbia. </div>
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A sundress and sandals were perhaps a little bit optimistic for temps in the mid fifties, but I am sick of closed toed shoes, so I went for it anyway. And it was fine. Mostly. I was happy to stop by the Royal Geological Society to see the Environmental Photographer of the Year Exhibit though, and also excited that the Natural History Museum wasn't too far away. Wind is a killer.<br />
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">The Museum of Childhood is about a five minute wall from my flat, so I figured I should go at least once. It is definitely more of a children's museum, but they did have an interesting exhibit called modern British childhood, which chronicled childhood of people in Britain from right after WWII up to today. It is possible that I will have learned more about history in these six months than in all my formal schooling experience (voluntarily, anyway).</span></div>
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I now know why Margaret Thatcher was called "Margaret Thatcher, milk snatcher". I didn't even know she was called that, much less why. I also learned that that disturbing children's tv show that goes by the name "Teletubbies" is actually a British creation. And here I was thinking that particular brand of terror was America's fault. Aside from the giant Teletubbies statues, there were plenty of other nightmarish toys that would have kept me up at night as a child. Let me just say that I really glad that I didn't grow up in the 1800s (for multiple reasons, but the toys are definitely a main one). <br />
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I have no idea how this happened, but it was 65 degrees today. 65 degrees and sunny. It was incredible. I wore sunglasses. This morning I went to the park, and in the afternoon I met up with Dafne, and we walked along Regent's Canal to the climbing gym. After climbing, I took the long way home along the canal and through Victoria Park. I'm hoping for the great weather to last, although the forecast doesn't look good. I guess I will just have to enjoy it while I can!<br />
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The first exhibit I explored was about money. It was pretty interesting, and explained the history of currency in different cultures, but by far the most interesting things were the old cash register, the Doctor Who money, and the duck weights from Mesopotamia (because they are shaped like ducks, obviously).<br />
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There was also an exhibit on the middle ages, that I will have to go back and spend more time in, but what I got from it this time was medieval chess is cool and used to flirt with people. That's it. I was pretty focused on getting to the mummies this visit, so I walked by a lot. Near the medieval exhibit was an exhibit that went through the history of clocks, and I learned how a mechanical pocket watch works (springs and gears, that's about it). There was also an automatic tea maker alarm clock. Not coffee maker, <i>tea maker. </i>Because this is England, y'all. </div>
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On the way to Egypt, I stopped by Ancient Greece, where I ran into this super happy pig that would probably get along very well with the horse at the top of this post, as well as these not-scary-at-all surgical implements, with nice descriptions like "probes, needles, and sharp hooks" and "bone chisels". </div>
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I eventually made it to Ancient Egypt, and got to see a lot of mummies. And CAT scans of mummies, and funeral offerings, and... well, you get the picture. It was cool, but I will have to go back sometime that it isn't packed (aka not a Saturday morning), because it seemed like everyone wanted to see the mummies today. I also need to go to one of the free tours... maybe I will fit that in on Monday. </div>
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The last stop on our trip was Budapest, Hungary. One of the best things about Budapest was how cheap it was. We had a three course meal for under ten dollars!<br />
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We went on a free tour of the city, and learned a lot about Budapest and some famous people from Hungary. According to our tour guide, Yoda got his awesome speech patterns from having his lines translated from English to Hungarian and back to English. Oh, and Hungarian is not latin or slavic based so... pretty much complete lack of cognates.<br />
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We spent the time exploring the city and eating lots and lots of food. We also went to the House of Terror, which told about the history of the USSR, and the Budapest Holocaust Memorial. </div>
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Emily and Rachel went home on Sunday, but Katie and I had another day in the city before we went home, and we decided to spend it at the Szechenyi Baths. Best. Decision. Ever. It was great to spend a day relaxing, and it was the first time in <i>weeks</i> that I felt warm.<br />
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While at the baths, we got these awesome bracelets that were our locker keys and tickets to the baths. They were pretty spiffy. We spent about four hours there before meandering back to our hostel, stopping on the way for some terrible Mexican food.<br />
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I had a really great trip, but I think my next two week backpacking trip will be through forests or something, not through cities. </div>
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