Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Counting Down
Monday, April 7, 2008
Come On, Connecticut
Student suspended for buying Skittles at school
NEW HAVEN, Connecticut (AP) -- Contraband candy has led to big trouble for an eighth-grade honors student in Connecticut.
Michael Sheridan was stripped of his title as class vice president, barred from attending an honors student dinner and suspended for a day after buying a bag of Skittles from a classmate.
School spokeswoman Catherine Sullivan-DeCarlo says the New Haven school system banned candy sales in 2003 as part of a districtwide school wellness policy.
Michael's suspension has been reduced from three days to one, but he has not been reinstated as class vice president.
He says he didn't realize his candy purchase was against the rules -- although he did notice the student selling the Skittles on February 26 was being secretive.
Really, New Haven? Really?
At least they recognized the error of their ways.
Michael Sheridan, an eighth-grade honors student who was suspended for a day, barred from attending an honors dinner and stripped of his title as class vice president after he was caught with a bag of Skittles candy in school will get his student council post back, school officials said.I tell ya, sometimes I wonder what what home is going to be like when I get back. This is leaving me kinda worried...
Down to My Last Euros
Sunday, April 6, 2008
A Connecticut Yankee In: the old Ottoman Empire (Turkey)
I'll be the first to admit that my expectations for the week were very low going into the trip. I had heard from others that Turkey was more of a Mexico than anything and I've never been in a predominantly Muslim country. To tell you the truth I had no idea what it was going to be like. But from the moment we touched down in Istanbul, I knew at the very least it was going to be different. After a flight that lasted a little over an hour we were herded onto a bus eerily similar to the tourist one from "Babel" and driven straight to our hotel, The Golden Horn, which is a stone's throw from Asia. It was a nice place with a fantastic view of the city and great location to an active, bustling shopping district (unfortunately where one of my friends had her camera pick-pocketed). And while there was so much in Istanbul we didn't get to see or experience or take in, believe me when I say we had a pretty good itinerary of the city on two continents.
Among the things were saw were the Chora Church, the Hippodrome, Topkapi Palace, Blue Mosque, the Hagia Sophia,
The second half of our journey took us squarely into Asia as we turned our attention to deeper in the past and a look at the footprints of ancient Greece and Rome in Asia Minor. After our flight to Izmir, we bussed up to Pergamon and toured the ruin there before retracing our steps and heading south to Kusadasi where our hotel was located. Kusadasi is a tourist town like others on either side of the Aegean Sea and a good launching point for our next day's journey to Ephesus. Ephesus is the crown jewel of all ancient ruins as it contains, largely preserved, the third largest city in the time of the Roman Empire. We scampered through the ancient site in wonder of just how real it all seemed. I've seen some ruins before, but this was an example of a place we could easily imagine ourselves back in time. There was so much left there, it wasn't hard to dream up a walk down the city center to the second largest library in the ancient world or past the statesmen on their way back from the forum. It was all so real. Afterwards we went to St. John's Basilica, burial site of the Apostle John, and then back to our hotel. The next day we departed back to Izmir and began a series of flights to take us back to Athens.
It was quite amazing, the trip as a whole, when I stop and think about just how many firsts I had accomplished. Beyond my first trip to Asia or the fact it was the first Islamic country I had been to, I'm talking about actually walking down the street and hearing the call for prayer echoing through the street corners. Or being the first Americans some of these Turkish children had any interaction with and trying to leave a positive impression. Or the first time I had haggled a store owner from 30 Euro down to 15 Turkish Lyria for a knock-off soccer jersey. Each one was a step further and further away from what I have known in my life. It even makes my prior travels across Europe seem trivial in comparison.
I have less then a week before I head back to the USA and I'm trying to take every ounce of Athens in before I go. Don't get me wrong, I love it over here and I am so very grateful for my time abroad. I can only hope that I get to spend more time in Europe and abroad some point in my life. But I'm ready for America. I've confirmed just how much I appreciate home in my own heart and what America means to me personally. Many folks are staying over here a few more weeks and trying to accomplish all that they have yet to do or see, but the one place I really want to see at this point is the Statue of Liberty as I'm flying into LaGuardia and the familiar images of Fairfield, Connecticut. That will all come soon enough. For now, well I'm going to catch my breath and enjoy a few my gyros.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Free Airport Internet
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Istanbul Gone Wild!
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Bad News
Update: OK, I have an update on the progress of the situation. After a rigorous inquiry and much reflection, it has come to my attention that it is APRIL FOOL'S DAY! Bwahahahaha. And no, this post will not be finding its way onto "A Connecticut Yankee In:"
When In Rome...
I knew from the beginning the weekend was going to be constantly tinged by the thought of our imminent move to Turkey. With that in mind, I was determined to accomplish two things: get the most out of the Boot and journey to another country I had never been to before and visit my long lost roommate from last year, Ryan, who is currently studying in Pepperdine's Florence program. I had heard mixed reports about Rome so any enjoyment achieved there would be gravy. It ended up being one of my favorite cities to have visited, perhaps second only to London.
I started my trip by trying to make sure I would be as ready to go as possible for Turkey in the 8 hour interval from when I would return from Rome and then leave for Istanbul. Unfortunately they checked us out of our hotel room in Athens so we basically have to take EVERYTHING to Greece. Due to the baggage restrictions from our flight from London to Athens, my stuff has been whittled down, but it's still a pain in the neck to lug across eastern Europe. Up to my last minute before I left I was negotiating how much space I would have to store souvenirs from Rome and Turkey so it was difficult to rest before a long period of travel ahead. Part of me was just happy to leave and part my worries to he back of my mind and meet my roommate. Too bad the reality of my situation would never leave my thoughts, but I crammed it far enough back there where I was still able to enjoy myself.
I flew into Leonardo di Vinci Airport and headed straight to the hostel where I was to meet Ryan. Unfortunately my lingual shortcomings struck and it took me about a half hour of walking around a not-so-fantastic area of the city before I found my hostel and my roommate who, while originally was supposed to be there hours before, met me just as I was walking in after his train trouble. Our hostel was nice, but we busied ourselves with catching up on old times and experiencing some nice Italian cuisine (an Italian fast food joint - think Sbarro). Since Ryan had already been to Rome, the next day we spent doing some of the things he missed or couldn't afford (Rome is expensive!) his first trip including the Vatican, Trevi Fountain, the Pantheon, and some castles and museums placed squarely along our route. Luckily it was culture week in Italy so all the museums were free all week, very handy for a pair of struggling backpacking college students. We talked about housing for next year, stories of our experiences apart from each other, and what we could plan on enjoying next year. After some dinner and a memorable evening out we went to bed as he was set to leave early in the morning on Sunday to head back to Florence so as to finish some impending assignments he had due.
My flight on Sunday wasn't until 7:00 PM so I had a full day of sight-seeing I was still able to get under my belt. I hit all the big spots including the Coliseum, the Roman Forum, and the Mamertine (where the Apostles Peter and Paul were imprisoned during their ministry in Rome). I was able to latch myself onto tours that were shuffling around so I got a pretty good history of the places I was visiting, albeit in bits and pieces. Still, I was so impressed with the city of Rome including the places of interest, the people, and the gelato that I wouldn't hesitate to go again. Even the knock-off soccer jerseys were reasonably priced. Overall I was glad I went and squeezed the most out of my last free weekend of my semester as we will be occupied for the duration of our trip to Turkey and time back in Athens. It was worth it enough just to see my old roommate and fellow Peppers Hall brother who willingly made the trip down to Rome again just to see me. And I'm very pleased to check off another country on my visited list as I was finally able to experience wonderful Italy. I only wish I had more time to visit!
The weekend came to an end and before I knew it I'm here in Istanbul taking in another foreign culture. Hopefully I'll have time tomorrow to document my experiences here in the land of the crescent but we were promised (another) very full day, including the Hagia Sophia. Stay tuned!
Monday, March 31, 2008
Turkish Delight
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Four Hours to Go Until Turkey
Live from Rome
Friday, March 28, 2008
Rome-ward Bound!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Welcome Back
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Happy Greek Independence Day/Opening Day!
It was also a special day for what was going on half way around the world... and no, not in America. I'm talking about the events in Tokyo, Japan that took place this afternoon (or night or morning depending on where you are). Major League Baseball's Opening Day was today with my Boston Red Sox squaring off against the Oakland A's in the Tokyo Dome. This was the earliest Opening Day in Major League Baseball history, but the start of the title defense couldn't come soon enough, especially now that my bracket is on life support. The Sox won, albeit in sloppy fashion, as Daisuke Matsuzaka pitched in front of his native countrymen, though the win went to fellow Japanese native son Hideki Okajima. I braved the especially slow internet service to try and watch as much of the game as possible on my MLB.TV subscription and was fortunate enough to catch some of the best moments. In fact, the coverage of the NCAA tournament and now baseball season on MLB.TV are serving as my windows back into United States culture. I forgot how much I disliked American commercials, though now I have a new appreciation for hearing something being sold to me in English. Now, excuse me while I head back to studying. With one midterm finished this morning, I still have a final to go tomorrow. I guess today can't all be one big celebration!
Monday, March 24, 2008
What Lies Ahead
Today-Thursday: Lots and lots of work. My Intercultural Communications class is wrapping up, culminating in an exam on Wednesday that is bookended by papers that are due. Tomorrow brings a Religion midterm (whose study group I will be attending shortly) and that class won't end until April 10th.
Friday-Sunday: Rome, Italy. I couldn't forgive myself if I didn't go to the home of antiquity's greatest civilization and stop by to say hi to the Pope (who I just found out I will be seeing when he visits Yankee Stadium at the end of April. Sweet.). Plus you know that Coliseum is only going to be standing for that much longer. I'll be meeting up with my roommate from last year who is currently studying in Florence and offered to give me the tour. It should be a blast and I'm excited, but I'll have little opportunity to reflect on it afterwards since...
Next Monday - Sunday: Turkey for our Educational Field Trip. Each program takes an EFT for a week to sojourn to another country and learn about Europe beyond our assigned host countries. We were stripped of our Spring Break due to our relocation to Greece, but they are more then making it up with this week long visit to Turkey. I have never been to a predominantly Muslim country and I am looking forward to learning about a way of life different from that practiced in the West. Looking at our itinerary, we're going to be thrown into the thick of things right away so transition time will be minimal... making it that much more exciting. Afterwards we'll be heading back to Athens for another week before heading back to the USA.
So thats my life for the next couple weeks. If I have light posting this week, blame the work I have due, but I hope to squeeze in a couple more entries based on Athens and out preparations for Turkey. In any event, I promise to give you a detailed account of wherever I go as always and will try and post when I can while in Turkey.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Happy Easter!
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Good Friday in Corinth
Friday, March 21, 2008
March Sadness
Update: Or not. UConn, in a trend looking eerily familiar to the rest of my bracket, just rewarded my home state loyalty with a dud against San Diego. Don't get me wrong, I like SD considering they, like Pepperdine, are a WCC school and I'm all for the betterment of my conference, but I was counting on the OTHER WCC schools pulling through... not the one that was going to end my home state's run to the Elite 8. Oh well, I guess that's one thing that's good about being in Greece... I won't have to show my face in public with people who will judge me for my bracket here in Athens!
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Grabbing Life by the Baklava
Part of the downside of being away from one's school, family, and country while studying abroad seems quite obvious: you are so far removed from the lives of such important people that you can't possible do justice to the relationships you have forged thus far. That's of course a complicated way of saying if you miss people, its too bad. While this wonderful thing we call the internet helps keep everyone connected at breathtakingly efficient speed, it can hardly substitute for the human element garnered by face-to-face contact with friends and loved ones. Sure, I employ Skype to video chat with those close to me or even my international cell phone (when the occasion justifies the nutso rates). But no matter how much fun I'm having wherever I am, there's that little piece inside of me that wishes I could be sharing these experiences with more of my closest friends or even back home having dinner at the kitchen table with my family and our cat and dog rubbing lovingly at our feet to beg food from us. Alas this experience abroad has been a testament of inner emotional fortitude for someone like me whose time here will be my longest and furthest away from home. Still, even then, my thoughts float to my cousins in the Marines and all those separated from their families for reasons far nobler than mine.
But what I find is that at the highest of the highs and the lowest of the lows in my time here in Europe, I can use this affinity for home as a benefit just as some think of it as a detriment. There are incredible places I've been and amazing things I've seen and experienced here in Europe; I've had moments I wouldn't trade for any other and perspectives that I know will positively affect my life. But perhaps best of all I've confirmed just how happy with where I am in life. When this dream is over and I wake up in my bed in Fairfield, Connecticut, I'm not going to be upset nor rueful I'm not in some foreign land with adventures yet to come. You know why? Because I've been blessed with some fantastic things in life no matter where I am and my life at home couldn't be better. I am prouder now then I have ever been for who I am: an American, a Catholic, a New Englander, a Connecticuian, a Pepperdine student, and most of all a Lambert. No one can take that away from me, nor can I be robbed of everything I have done and learned here abroad. To put it simply, things are going pretty well for me right now.
Hopefully the self-definition I have gained from my time here abroad continues to pay dividends further down the line. There are many things I can accomplish and goals I have set for myself that I will not back down from until I have satisfied my harshest critic: myself. Sure I have my flaws as anyone with even the slightest clue of who I am surely knows. But the important thing is always remembering what drives me. I had one of those epiphanies today, hence this post, and the resulting "moment of clarity" helped me to cope with the realization of just how far behind I am at keeping in touch with those I love most in Malibu, Fairfield, and all over the USA. I'm always going to be separated from someone that would make my day by being there, but the important thing is remembering just why I'm away to begin with on this sojourn of mine and how its helping me become a better man.
Thats pretty good for one day of thinking, eh? Hard to believe such a tender moment was achieved over a plate of baklava. No wonder this country spawned such great men of reason, it must be the food!
Everybody Wants Some!!
I got a message saying that the post office received a package for me on Friday while we were gone (thanks mom and dad!) but they were closing and I'd have to pick it up at a later date. Fine, no problem, I can live with that, I was gone anyway. I come back and on my list of things to do, like laundry and such, are to pick up that package. Each day this week I've tried to do just that and each day I've been turned away at the door. Why? They're on strike. So no treats from home for me it seems. I'll give it another shot today, hopefully the strike ends in the next 2-3 hours. Otherwise I may throw a rock through the window and get it myself. I'm kidding... but really.
Update: Alright, the strike has ended and I was able to claim my Easter love from home right before, get this, they closed for the day after a whole hour and a half on the job after the strike. And those staffing the post office clearly wanted no part of being there as they were probably the least helpful/most rude service employees I have encountered in Europe. At least I got what I set out to accomplish. But just on my way back, I run into one of my friends who is visibly distraught. She tells me the Athenian metro workers have just gone on strike and she has to take a taxi to the airport to pick up one of our fellow program participants who went back to America to attend the funeral of her cousin and aunt. Apparently the whole city is reeling from this, too (though the cabbies must be ecstatic). I can only laugh at this point it's so ridiculous.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Gyros, Gyros, Gyros!
Luckily, I have found two dishes that always hit the spot for me, though it comes more from their shared qualities than anything else. The plates, gyros and suvlaki, are both, above all else, delicious. Preferring both in their chicken incarnations, I often find the difference between the two to be negligible. Basically, you have your pita bread, french fries (which actually go in the wrap), chicken, and various fixings like vegetables and the like. Supposedly, suvlaki is different because the chicken comes as a kebab but I've had it prepared where it's just like a gyro. So word to the wise, when you see these on the menu, don't be fooled, just get whatever one is cheaper and you won't be missing anything. Then there are the Greek salads, which unfortunately consist of all the vegetables I don't like plus olive oil en mass (which i have had more of in these past couple weeks than I've ever had in my life combined) and feta cheese. People have been downing those dishes like they were the only selections on the menu, so I guess we've all adapted to foods that we can enjoy. Of course I've kept up my fervent tea drinking, which I'm afraid to say looks like I'll be stuck with for life, but my deepest sympathies go out to the Diet Coke addicts in our group. In Europe, they don't have Diet Coke (and for good reason), but rather a safer version called "Coke Light" which, though packaged very similarly, I am assured is not the same thing. Boo hoo. While some are getting creative and giving Diet Coke up for Lent as a result of this supposed ocean of a divide, others are writing home asking for the real deal. I didn't realize it was that big of a deal, but then again it wouldn't be the first time I've missed a fad. Good thing I prefer the real Coca-Cola classic. Now that, my friends, is universal.
Monday, March 17, 2008
March Madness
As for the rest of my picks? Well, I'll just leave you with them and you can mock the rest:
Elite 8:
North Carolina vs. Tennessee (see, I can be reasonable!)
Vanderbilt vs. Kansas State (Beasley is the best player in college basketball; I almost transfered to Vanderbilt; the logic for this one is flawless)
Memphis vs. Texas (A toss up for this one but despite Texas having home-court advantage I like Memphis. After all, they smoked Pepperdine and stole our offense, so there's that... which is nice)
UConn vs. Xavier (My homestate school versus my brother's former school? Xavier takes this one but I'll say it's close)
Final 4:
North Carolina vs. Vanderbilt (The Cinderella-ish story ends. Carolina is just toooooo good. And they're not Duke.)
Memphis vs. Xavier (Once again, reality strikes. Still, Tennessee should be happy with one team in the finals)
Finals:
Memphis over North Carolina (It'll be close, but I like Memphis to pull this one out. Unless it comes down to free throws, I think they'll be just too much for the Tar Heels)
Eat your heart out Digger Phelps.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
They Care More Over There Than We Do Here
http://www.connpost.com//ci_8577872?IADID
They care more over there than we do here
When those words were penned by an Englishman known for his creative and lyrical prowess, the world was a much different place than it is now. But even though The Who songwriter Pete Townshend was openly chastising the hippie movement that was engrossing a generation of youth, the words could just as easily be applied to more recent circumstances. Indeed, many here in Europe apply that message to American politics over the past few decades. One politician is no different than the one before. But this election cycle promises to bring about very tangible change no matter who claims victory and everyone abroad knows it.
As a political science student studying abroad in London this spring, I've had the unique opportunity to engage Europeans in their thoughts on American politics. Coaxing opinions out of people over here isn't terribly hard. In fact, they do all the work for me. Upon hearing my accent, and verifying I'm indeed an American, and not a "boring" Canadian, the discussion usually turns almost immediately here to politics.
Now here is when I normally get worried. I was warned before my travels abroad of rampant anti-Americanism. A "they-hate-us-because-we-hate-them-because-they're-jealous-of-us" kind of thing. But you know what? In every conversation I've had with the English, Irish, Welsh or even French, politics always revolves around sincere curiosity and fascination with the American political system. Whither the anti-American fervor that was supposed to mar my experience abroad? I'm not doubting there are people here who dislike Americans on the whole, it's just that those I've come across everywhere from trains to pubs to supermarkets have been nothing but respectful and polite as to what I think is going to happen in the presidential race of 2008.
And, of course, everyone has their point of view as to what they think will happen. Everyone likes to pretend to be pundits, both domestically and abroad. That much is universal. But their questions are what grip me. Rather, the genuine interest they have in American politics is what strikes me the most. Many Europeans are more educated, or at least attentive, than Americans, and they aren't being saturated with Hillary Clinton attack ads or Barack Obama debate barbs.
The questions I get asked the most are perhaps the ones that resonate loudest across the American kitchen tables. Will America really elect a black president? Or a woman? Or a 72-year-old man, for that matter? And when they stop their questions and leave me to my response, I tend to have trouble explaining the full complexities in the presidential race that are going on in a manner that would take less than a few hours. Usually, I just throw another question right back at them.
Sure, why not?
So when British talk show host Alan Titchmarsh rhetorically asked on the trailer for his Super Tuesday show, "Just why do us Brits care so much about the American election and Super Tuesday?" the answer seemed clear to me. It is fascinating; it's become worldwide entertainment. But is that what we want? Perhaps a nice, boring primary and a civil electoral system would put a dent in CNN ratings and throw many a pundit out on the street. Seems like a fine trade-off to me. Then again, I have a much better time explaining politics at a pub than all the rules of baseball. Bah, let's keep it the way it is, then.
Thomas Lambert of Fairfield is a sophomore at Pepperdine University in Malibu, Calif. You can find out more about his adventures abroad on his blog, "A Connecticut Yankee In:" at http://forum.connpost.com/ctyankee/.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Garbage Strike: It Stinks
After a six hour ferry ride back to Athens, though, the sight was less than welcoming. A garbage strike is in its most agonizing throes and its beginning to become obvious. Huge piles of trash scar the streets and for the first time I'm beginning to see the not so nice side to this city. Even one of our cabbies in Mykonos (the one who invited us to dinner) was criticizing the capital, explaining how while "everyone deserves their rights, the current situation is not good for the health. No good will come from this strike. It's getting crazy." The Mount Olympus sized mounds of rubbish are evidence to his prosecution: it is indeed nuts how gross this can get. Indeed, the Europeans' favorite past time of going on strike stains the image of some of their most prized jewels of cities. Perhaps that's the least appealing image I've taken from my travels here abroad, but it's just natural from near-Socialist countries that populate this continent. It's just a shame when politics gets in the way of an incredible experience... and I was just falling in love with Athens, too. Hopefully I will again. Well, as soon as they pick up the garbage.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Enrolled
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Live from Mykonos!
Tomorrow we're hoping for the same luck weather wise as it was absolutely gorgeous. I even have some faint traces of the tan I worked so hard on last year at school in Malibu. While nothing is guaranteed, we have found plenty of things to do to keep us entertained, plus registration for my classes for next year is tomorrow. And that's always a big deal as traditionally we plan out our schedules only to watch as one by one the classes fill up before our very eyes and we are stuck with our fifth choices. Ugh.
Anyways, I hope to post some more with further thoughts on my experiences here in one of the most beautiful places on Earth. I've fallen in love with everywhere I've gone, and each strike me with alternating feelings of summering there, retiring there, or honeymooning there. But Greece so far, especially the islands, take the cake. I love London, but wow, Greece is beyond anything I was expecting.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Back to the Stone Age
Monday, March 10, 2008
Street Fighting Man
One of the ways we thought we could plunge into the Greek culture was participating in the Greek Carnival, a pre-Lenten celebration of the Greek Orthodox churchgoers (that number around 95% here) that is akin to our Mardi Gras, though spread our across several weeks. We experienced it in Nice, France last month and attended their parade and partying. There were common themes that resurfaced like children in costumes and general merriment. But what took us by surprise involved the substitute of silly string, which was employed by many an annoying youth, with bats. Actually, more like clubs.
In a tradition that harkens back to the military nature of the ancient Greek city states, namely Sparta, people beat each other... for fun... during the nights of Carnival. And I don't mean light tapping with these blunt objects, I mean physical brawls that break out in the middle of the street. And all in the name of fun. Or at least its supposed to be that way. Lucky for us, we decided to see what was going on during Carnival in a group, so by the time we started getting bludgeoned (despite being unarmed), we were able to seize a local armory and acquire weapons for us to defend ourselves. Then we tapped into our inner Spartan warrior and fully participated in the street fights that ensued. Sure there were little children who would playfully smack us and we would pleasantly ignore, but oftentimes the 8-15 year old boys, hopped up on what must be the Greek equivalent of Pixie Stix, were the most vicious. They wouldn't prey on the good looking American girls like the other noticeable demographic of Carnival soldiers (25-35 year old bachelors), but often times the middle schoolers would wield uncontrollable force behind their bats and definitely fight dirty. Since they were young, we couldn't in good conscience fight back at them. Unfortunately, they knew this.
By the second night of it, we were good and ready for the confrontations that would take place. We developed our own attack tactics and battle cries. We even had photographers at the ready, documenting our struggle through the Plaka. Testosterone pumping, we tore through the streets, signaling and being challenged through war-like ground-pounding with our clubs and charges reminiscent of Celtic warriors. I gave out and took my beatings like the rest of the War Council (the name given for the warrior men in our group), once suffering punishing blows by no less than seven Greek high schoolers at once. I'm pretty sure my medulla oblongata is bruised. Oh well. It's all in good fun, right?
I guess these are the barriers needed to overcome in our effort to integrate in Greek culture. Our baptism-by-beating notwithstanding, I think we are all doing surprisingly well trying to get a grasp on what is kosher here in Athens and what is not. And there is still plenty more to conquer. But at this point I'm confident we'll be able to thoroughly participate in this foreign culture by the end of our stay here in the Near-East. Otherwise, we may be in for some cultural beatings that make our physical ones look tame. And believe me, they weren't.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
It's All Greek to Me
As for what has happened thus far, I'm pleased to report Greece as surpassed my expectations heading into our move. I'll admit it, I loved London and I was sad to go. I think that most of the people in our program felt that way as we pretty much had it made in England. Then they wanted us to move to a completely foreign country and expect us to hit the ground running and picked up where we left off in terms of classes, friendships, and pretty much our lives. I didn't think it was possible. For the most part, I was wrong.
Our hotel, the Hotel Philipos is pretty much a stone's throw from the Acropolis, which made for an amazing first day of orientation for our program. I was literally shaking in my shoes from the history this place has been home to and astounded at the thought of walking in the footsteps of of the fathers of thought and logic. Also on our tour was Mars Hill, noted not only for its astounding view of the city but also for being the reported site where the Apostle Paul mixed it up with the great philosophers in his early attempts to spread Christianity. Again, some truly humbling history all around.
Yesterday we went to the traditional center of the Greek world, Delphi, known for its important place in Greek mythology. There lived the Oracle who gave prophecies to kings and peasants alike, namely Oedipus. The area was amazing for its beauty and breathtaking view of the mountains and valley all around. The historical sites and landmarks themselves put one back in the shoes of an ancient Greek pilgrim on his way to pay homage to the gods and hear how his or her life will play out in the future. IT was a day trip I consider myself blessed to have made and an important compliment to our religion class we'll be taking for the rest of the semester here in Greece.
The Philipos is nice and the staff are friendly and very accommodating. Our beds are infinitely more comfortable than the racks they had us on in London and I feel like a king just from having my bed made, and sheets and bathroom cleaned. I could definitely get used to this lifestyle and I'm grateful it has worked out as well as it has. Some people in the program haven't totally bought into the move still, nor do I think these people ever will, but while Athens has many shortcomings, its such an incredible new perspective on people it's amazing.
Once we get an established, reliable internet connection I promise some more, detailed descriptions, including my friends and I experiencing Greek Carnival. The stories and memories gathered already are truly fantastic.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Greece!
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Going, Going...
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Meanwhile, In America...
Monday, March 3, 2008
Limbo
I am quite literally the only person in the house done with exams. Which of course means I can't even go out and celebrate unless its solo, and that's just sad. But still, by virtue of having both the classes I was taking in London finish with exams today, I am currently worry free. If you rewind to me 24 hours ago, the mood was not so different. I was cramming for two exams that revolved around four people (British History exam essay on Viscount Palmerston and Earl Aberdeen's foreign policies while Humanities involved analysis of Ignatius Loyola's founding of the Jesuits and Holbein's transformation of Tudor art). Names, facts, and anecdotes were whizzing around my head in time for my journey across the Renaissance/Reformation/Counter-Reformation to the 19th century British Empire. Each scribble in our blue books felt like another load being lifted off of my shoulders and now I'm left with... nothing.
I think I did rather well, too, considering I was thusly the only person with two exams today. Honestly, I was dropping dates in my exams like they were hot... all without the benefit of notes. I'm not going to hesitate from patting my back on this one, a good grade will have been hard earned provided I'm lucky enough. It's just trying to figure out how to spend my final days which will be the hardest part. There are still sights I haven't seen, experiences I have yet to partake in, and of course, a ton of packing I need to do before I leave. That also means sending a box o' stuff on a slow boat back to the states with all the excess clothes/books/miscellaneous I can't fit in my bags. There are 50 lbs. weight limits on on flights leaving Heathrow and only one checked bag allowed per student before we head to Greece. Thus, sacrifices will need to be made but I'm up to the challenge.
Anyways, back to this weird sensation I think I'll enjoy for the evening. I'm not allowing myself to be caught up in the cloud of chaos sweeping up the other students studying diligently for their exams over the next two days and beyond. I'll have plenty of time to stress over my two remaining classes in Greece later on. There is something to be said for relaxation at the dusk of an incredible semester. For now, I think I'll rent an iTunes movie or something. Wow, this is odd.
One Down, One to Go
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Last Train to London
The schedule for the rest of the program looks something like this: we leave Thursday to fly into Athens and check into our new home away from home, the Hotel Philippos (my fifth different room this year, counting the multiple room switches I had in the DC program last semester). From there it's orientation all over again, concluding with a day trip for our religion class to Delphi on March 8th. After a couple days of work, we get a long weekend (our spring break) from the 13th to 16th which I plan on using to cruise the Greek Isles. The next weekend includes another educational day trip to Corinth and the weekend following that is free; I hope to take that time to get to Rome. After I come back from wherever I'm going, I leave the next day on Monday for our extended Educational Field Trip to Turkey that'll last for a week. Once that finishes and we conclude finals, it's back to the States on April 11th. And thats my semester. See, I knew this would happen. I blinked in January and here I am plotting out the short time left in my experience abroad.
Oh well, before I get too ahead of myself, I still have much to do here in London. In about an hour I'm going to hop the Tube over to Abbey Road for a requisite photo-op and I hope to see some other stuff in London I haven't experienced yet. The sad part is knowing that no matter how hard I try, there will still be things I haven't done here. Oh well, I guess that means working doubly hard this summer to save up for another trip here!
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Eleanor Ripoff
I had been avoiding watching the movie/musical/music video/ripoff "Across the Universe" since I first heard girls going gaga over it. Tonight I relented and my honest review is this: it didn't make me want to leave, but it made me appreciate The Beatles that much more. I'm not saying the cover versions were terrible, rather there were some I didn't mind and dare I say liked. But it just didn't do for me what it did for the rest of the craze it garnered. Even Bono fell short in his try at "I Am the Walrus" and I generally like Bono's covers (see "Helter Skelter"; "Live Aid 2007"). The plot was... er... unoriginal? Another hippy, protest movie. How cute. But no one watches "Across the Universe" for the love story or "anti-establishment" message, they watch it for the music. And with that in mind I came away thoroughly disappointed.
My expectations were sky-high after having the movie hyped up by all the musical mavens in the house. And by that I mean those who called me out as being too close minded for not wanting to ruin my image of Beatles songs by hearing a bad cover. "Just becauuuuuuse they arennnnn't the Beeeeeeatles doesn't mean they're baddddd." OK, well I'll be the judge of that. And they were kinda sorta right. But when those who baited me into watching kept glancing my way for some reassuring sign they could use against me at the end of the movie, I offered them instead a stoic glance as if I was waiting for a song to melt my icy glare. I never heard one. I tapped my toe and sang along when I felt so inspired, but Hillary Clinton could be belting out "Strawberry Fields" and I would still probably join in for the chorus (though I couldn't tell you for the life of me on what occasion I'd be with Hillary Clinton let alone one where she'd be singing, but you get what I mean).
So that's that. Now excuse me while I throw on my iPod and cleanse my eardrums with some REAL Beatles. Nothing is real.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
A Rumble in the Urban Jungle
Then it all came out at once.
"DID YOU GUYS JUST FEEL THAT? HOLY S*IT WAS THAT AN EARTHQUAKE?" we exclaimed in unison. Sure enough, upon further investigation and frenzied interviews with the rest of the house, our suspicions were confirmed. As someone who has never experienced an earthquake I could actually feel, despite the fact I go to college in California, it was definitely a big deal. And for many English it was as well. "Tremors rock England" screamed the BBC news headline. Even CNN picked up the story. Apparently, although small seismic activity is very common here, this was the biggest one on the Isle in a few decades. Some say it registered about 5.3 on the Richter Scale. Not too shabby. It even caused an injury or two and some damage further up the coast.
Anyways, just thought you all should know I really am risking my life over here with all these dangers. It really is a struggle to make it through the day. I don't know how I do it sometimes. But I appreciate any thoughts and prayers for helping me to overcome this traumatic experience. I may never recover from such a violent wobbling of my chair.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Les Quatre Hommes À Paris
The only way I can sum up the trip was exceptional. It was hardly perfect, namely in the sense that my group of four guys stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the...er... passionate couples that populated every public and private place in the city. But we accomplished all that we set out to do and have some memories to last a lifetime of a truly remarkable place. You won't ever find me knocking the aesthetic value of Paris. There is just so much to do!
We stayed in the Bastille section of the city and navigated everywhere from Montmarte to the Statue of Liberty, even traversing from Notre Dame to the Champs-Élysées on foot (no easy task, even for spry lads like ourselves). The night life was exciting and aside from parting with too much money for my own liking, usually brushed off by the devil in my shoulder asking "how many more times will you be in Paris," usually entailed running into an American or two. Perhaps the best part of the trip though was Versailles, which even as my second trip there still awed me. All the wealth amassed there, indeed enough to bankrupt France and send it into a series of bloody revolutions, was incredible. And it wouldn't be France without a protest; we witnessed what appeared to be a children's rally on our way out of the Versailles train station... just as interesting as the chanting, hooting, and hollering was the general ambivalence by the local French to the uproar.
From the social science point of view, my most experience occurred on the way back on the EuroStar train. Some woman and her kid were sitting in my seat and refusing to leave, insisting that the train manager told them they could sit wherever they want. Of course this was false, but the person who was supposed to sit adjacent to my seat, Fayed, and I were upgraded to first class. During the travail, Fayed and I discussed what brought us to this particular place and his story I found fascinating. He is a Parisian hired by and English bank to work in London and has all of his EuroStar expenditures paid for by his employer, allowing him to commute back and forth between the cities to see his family and girlfriend. He had been to America once for a similar stay to my European semester, his being in Michigan. He was extremely interested in my thoughts on France and Europe in general and gave me some suggestions on where to check out for night life in London.
But after my return its been back to the grindstone. Work, work, work before our program gets uprooted next week to relocate to Greece. I'm looking forward to Greece, but I wish I had more time in London, and without all the work that's consumed me recently. OK, enough procrastinating, back to discussing the foreign policy merits of Lords Palmerston and Aberdeen. Until next time.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Pardon Moi, Je Suis Américain Part Deux
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Four Dudes in Paris
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
We Will Rock You
Pardon Moi, Je Suis Américain
One of the places I was determined to visit this semester was the French Riviera. I know, I know. It's cold. It's off-season. The French are meanies. Blah blah blah. Well, cover your ears now, Francophobes... I just so happen to be part French myself. Half French-Canadian to be exact, so forgive me if I don't harbor the same animosity as many in my country. Instead, I've always heard good things about the Riviera and in-season or not, it just seemed like a cool place to be. Couple that with a good deal on a flight and hostel and the trip was booked along with a group of others from this house and Pepperdine's Lausanne program. So did I meet the furious anti-Americanism that I feared heading into one of America's cultural rival? No. But then again, I tried.
You see, I took six years of French in middle school and high school. Don't get me wrong, I'm terribly rotten at the language and I never excelled in the subject, but I have a basic comprehension of what to say and when to say it. Certain phrases aren't terribly difficult and a few members of our group latched onto them like a life-preserver, usually with moderate levels of success. At least the French weren't rude to them. Others decided that since most French speak some English, they wouldn't bother trying out a new language or at least making an effort. And it's true, many of the French did in fact speak English, some quite well. But the English-only crowd came away upset about the rudeness of the French towards them and irritated over the cultural divide. Gee, I wonder why.
Now I'm not saying it's easy. It was for me, but only because I have a certain background in the language. When I go to Greece and possibly Italy next month, I'll be just as lost as everyone else. But I can assure you at the very least I'll make an effort, since I'm convinced thats all the French wanted to see. No one expects an English-speaker to be fluent in their language, especially an American, but as the saying goes, it's the thought that counts. Perhaps that's why I came away amazed by my experience in Nice, Monaco, Cannes, and the small beach-side villages of Juan-les-Pins and Villefranche. I'm not going to lie, it was an incredible time and I'd love to go back when it's actually warm and in-season (and yes, crowded with other tourists).
Some of the scenes of the Riviera, especially in Villefranche looked like they were right out of an impressionist painting. I wish I were a rich man who could afford to have a cottage there to use as a respite from the rest of the world.... Actually, I wish I had a mansion there and access to the Casino in Monte-Carlo. But regardless, I had a tremendous time and I owe it all to making an extra effort. It's funny, while we were in Nice, Carnaval was going on all weekend and one of the main attractions was a night time parade on Saturday. You know the kind, floats, music, little kids with silly string stalking through the crowds like silent assassins. Well one of the floats was an aggrandized scene entitled "American Tourists" that showed an overweight, sun-burned American couple armed with a camera and map and screaming of obnoxious attitudes. They probably are the kind that ask for Freedom Fries in a fine French restaurant. Or worse, go to McDonald's there instead of the insane amounts of cheap beach side cafes right next door (No, I am not contradicting my post below entitled Eat Fresh. I am a struggling American student staying for a prolonged period of time in the UK. When I put my tourist hat on, I dive right in to the local cuisine). And while stereotypes like that are fundamentally flawed and insulting to the majority of Americans who aren't like that, it's pretty obvious that a parade float ridiculing a certain group of people would be ample evidence of why NOT TO BE LIKE THAT.
In any event, after Nice it was right back into the fire of school work here in London. It's crunch time for a bunch of classes that end before we relocate for a month to Greece so there's a ton of work due during this time. I kinda wish I didn't book my trip to Paris for this weekend but it's too late now. I think the compromise I reached was brining my laptop to Paris to tackle work while over there. If anything, I can be like those cool, hip people that bring their laptops to internet cafes and write inspirational stuff... or check Facebook. Either way it should be fun and I'm looking forward to it. And lucky for me, I got my practice run in French last weekend. Paris is a different game, as I'm relatively sure they can get brutal there. Oh well, at least I know one phrase to excuse my ignorance...
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Sayanora Castro
Oh, you guys want to hear about Nice? I'll toss something together soon, just busy with a ton of work at the moment. Excusez-moi. Not everything is a vacation!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Eat Fresh
You see, I don't want to sound all provincial and unworldly, but I just don't have the right taste buds for kidney pie. I'm sorry, I just don't. So what're the alternatives? Well luckily this is London and there's a plethora of dining opportunities here, but only a few in my price range. Aside from my apprehension for local food, pubs generally serve some good fish & chips - a food I can very much enjoy, especially during Lent- and there are plenty of sandwich and soup places. But every now and then I get a hankering. I crave for a certain delight for my mouth. And my wallet thanks me for it too. Sometimes, I just have to "eat fresh." That's right, I just have to hit up Subway. I know, scoff now. I'm in London, one of the cultural capitals of the world. So many places and opportunities at my fingertips. And I have to choose Subway.
Unfortunately, thats the reality of a student looking for something quick, cheap...er, and pining for the "cheese and toasted." Though in the interest of full disclosure, I must admit to also frequenting Burger King in the train stations and airports before I travel and McDonald's when I'm desperate. OK, how uncouth is that? But even here in South Kensington it's what's quick to get between classes and budget friendly. That doesn't make me a bad person, right? Right? Of course, despite my culinary laziness I have developed a full on love affair with English tea. I sincerely hope that makes up for my occasional "fast food." Otherwise, consider me a contemporary Pygmalion. In any event, I hope to be making a conscious effort to break from my typical routine; my cultured indoctrination may depend on it.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Across the Universe: The Long and Winding Road for a Day Tripper on a Magical Mystery Tour of Wales and the land of Strawberry Fields and Penny Lane
This past weekend I really got one of the most complete and satisfying travel experiences as I set off to see the UK outside of Zone 1 (the "eventful" section of London that I live in and tourists flock to). The groundwork of the trip was laid out in my previous post "The Anatomy of a Trip" where I described the frustration of putting a sojourn together in a logical and less expensive manner. But I must say, all the blood, sweat, and tears that went into planning was well worth. The payoff was of course a collection of memories that will last a lifetime.
The family I stayed with in Wales was more hospitable than I could ever imagine. Patty Maxham James, former resident of Fairfield, Conn, took the lead in making sure I not only had a roof over my head, but also a belly full of food, plenty of drink, and an encompassing tour of southern Wales. She took me to a number of castles and historic sights as well as St. Fagan's natural history, Welsh life outdoor museum. I was also privy to attending a pub right next to the Millennium Stadium in Cardiff while the Wales-Scotland rugby match for the Six Nations tournament was being played right next door (Wales won, hooray!). And to think, I may have even picked up a tea habit and have a basic understanding of rugby now! I couldn't be more grateful for everything she and her family did. My only regret was that I left on their son Mo's 10th birthday and I didn't get him a proper present!
The next leg of my journey revolved around my personal pilgrimage to a place I find musically sacred: Liverpool. In case you haven't put it together, I am a big Beatles fan. OK, big might be the wrong way to put it, more like a HUGE GIGANTIC DEDICATED BORDERLINE CULTISH fan of the Beatles. So suffice to say walking in their footsteps was pretty awesome for me. I was traveling by myself this weekend, and unlike Wales where I had a host family, I was pretty much on my own for the better part of a day/day and a half. So upon arrival, I tried to locate the bed and breakfast I had booked for the night in Old Swan. Mind you, Liverpool is a port city with many immigrants and in many ways still has much working class elements since the WWII era depression the area suffered. And the bus ride to Old Swan gave me a good glimpse about that life "outside of Zone 1." This year Liverpool is the European Capital of Culture or something like that, but not every side of the city has seen the rehab job the downtown got. Now that being said, many sections are being refurbished and the city should be an exciting place to be come 2010-2012, but perhaps Liverpool was crowned a bit too soon for all that culture they are building.
In any event, my B&B turned out to be great (aside from being locked in my room for a half hour and wildly banging on the doors to be heard/let out by the maintenance man.... but after that it was cool) and the people were super friendly. And boy, the beer was cheap too, even by American standards for a pint, a pleasant surprise and much different than here in London. After waking up to a full English breakfast, I departed for my tour of the city. The closest bus stop had a bus line that terminated on Penny Lane, so I figured that was as good a place as any to start. And sure enough, everything from the song is there- the shelter in the middle of the roundabout, the barbershop, the bank on the corner (though I didn't see a fireman with an hourglass). Unfortunately it was foggy, but little did I realize I would be back. I hopped a bus for the city centre and made my way towards the Cavern Quarter, where the Beatles were discovered and grew in popularity. It was there that I signed up for a "Magical History Tour"that took us to the birthplaces/homes of all the Beatles, Penny Lane, Strawberry Fields, the school were the lads attended and the church where Paul and John first met. We also got to see some of the major sights in Liverpool like the two dominating cathedrals. After the tour, I made my way over to the Albert Docks to visit the Tate Liverpool and the Beatles Story Museum. All in all it was a pretty satisfying experience and I walked and saw much of where the Fab Four grew up. For a Beatlemaniac like myself, it was kind've a big deal.
Even though I didn't leave the UK, this trip was still important for me and perhaps one of my favorites. Like I said, I flew solo for this journey, though "With a Little Help from my Friends" - sorry, I couldn't resist. But being by myself allowed me to set my own pace and see what I wanted to and not have to worry about what a group felt like bickering about and missing valuable free time. Truth is Liverpool was a journey I had to do by myself, I wouldn't have enjoyed it all otherwise. Don't get me wrong, I love traveling in groups like to Ireland or this weekend coming up to Nice/Monaco, but this was something I had to do for me. Selfish? Of course, but I think I deserved it. Having some alone time with my thoughts and reflections on the importance of what I was seeing helped me to really enjoy the experience. Too bad I can't do that for all my Beatles excursions; after all, I need three other people to complete a decent Abbey Road photo!
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
A Very Super Tuesday
Part of my Intercultural Communication class assignments was to visit the BBC and a great majority of us did that on Tuesday. Now Tuesday was also the date of the now infamous Super Tuesday in which a large percentage of delegates for the Republican and Democratic conventions were up for grabs by the various candidates. The BBC news center was buzzing with reports coming in from across the United States and England. It seemed everyone had an opinion on who was going to win and why they should, though many (American and Brit alike) lacked a full grasp on how the whole process operated. And who could blame them? As one British columnist asked in a business section of a London paper, "I dare anyone to try and tell me how it really works." Certainly a fair question considering the changes this year's process has undergone. No longer are the three states of Iowa, New Hampshire, and South Carolina largely deciding who the nominee will be. Now, even states like *gasp* Connecticut are attracting crucial visits from the candidates (which sadly I missed as I'm overseas).
But a general lack of understanding doesn't prevent the British populace from enjoying our electoral squabbles, nor should it. Perhaps the names "Super Tuesday" or "Tsunami Tuesday" as some people have redubbed it are too catchy to ignore. The idea of becoming the leader of the free world with almost a Monopoly board game approach can be quite amusing and certainly odd from the perspective of the Brits. Not that their government makes any more sense. But its definitely noticeable how the tabloid press here is using this primary to churn headlines. The first day I walked off the plane, newspaper headlines screamed "Hillary Wins in Primary Shocker" after the New Hampshire primary. Now I'm not sure anyone was "shocked" by her victory stateside, given the fact she poured tremendous amounts of resources into it and at one point was the definite Democratic front runner. But the American presidential race is still enough fodder for the occasional Englishman to scoff, "Those crazy Yanks."
I've taken a keen interest in this, well, British interest in American politics as it strikes me as remarkably unique. I guess I wasn't expecting much hoopla about what the good people of Nevada thought about politics, but I was wrong. At pubs, whenever a local here's my "American accent" (which I still maintain is just the absence of an English accent), the natural response is "Eh, you're American, yeah? What do ya think about the election?" Always pleasantly and curiously, never a demeaning tone. But still there's the palpable hint of "...and don't you think the whole process is batty" about to roll off the tongue before the questioner checks themself.
Personally, I agree with the sentiment that it's become more of a spectacle than a very solemn, sacred, civic duty that it should be or at least was intended. That's why I'm personally for a national primary where we get on with it in one day- like peeling off a band-aid. Bam! It's done. Nevermind this whole process that seems to have gone on since President Bush won reelection in 2004. At the very least we won't be scoffed at abroad.
So when British talkshow host Alan Titchmarsh rhetorically asked on the trailer for his Super Tuesday show, "Just why do us Brits care so much about the American election and Super Tuesday?" the answer seemed clear to me. It is fascinating, it's become world wide entertainment. But is that what we want? Perhaps a nice boring primary and a civil electoral system would put a dent in CNN ratings and throw many a pundit out on the street. Seems like a fine trade-off to me. Then again, I have a much better time explaining politics at a pub than all the rules of baseball. Bah, let's keep it the way it is then.
Here's to you, Super Tuesday! Keeping the world entertained one BBC broadcast at a time.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
The Pepperdine London Program Primary
Mitt Romney- 19
John McCain- 4
Ron Paul- 2
Hillary Clinton- 12
Barack Obama- 4
So forgive me for a firm pat on the back. Hopefully it's just the first bit of good news coming from Super Tuesday. I'll be writing up my thoughts on Super Tuesday here, on "A Connecticut Yankee In:" and possibly as an article for the Post. Stay tuned and happy voting!
Monday, February 4, 2008
The Anatomy of a Trip
Between the trips I have booked, our day trips as a group that require me to stay here for weekends, our move to Greece in March, and weekends before finals I have blocked off for studying, there are few holes left in my schedule left to explore. Plus I've been bleeding all my cash with the conversion rate, so i was looking for something inexpensive and close. Then I remembered one of my bosses from my summer job in the Fairfield Probate Court has a sister in law who lives in Wales. A few e-mails later and I secured myself lodging for Thursday and Friday of the weekend. But seeing as their was little time left in my stay in Britannia, I began to think what else I wanted to see before I left. I definitely want to see Scotland, but tickets there can be pricey on train or plane and my options for staying there would be limited. I do have an Aunt who is from England and her father lives in Glasgow in Scotland, which is a possibility, but getting there would be expensive. And then there's the absolute must I have to do while here on the Isle: Liverpool. In case you didn't know, I'm a die-hard Beatles fan and Liverpool is the equivalent of a personal Mecca. Strawberry Fields, Penny Lane... all that. It was much more cost-effective to stay in Wales and head to Liverpool afterwards then for Scotland, so that decided that option.
Next I needed to figure out how to make the logistics of Wales/Liverpool work in a logical and relatively inexpensive manner. I investigated trying to leave Wales early Sunday and trying to squeeze Liverpool into a day and leaving for London at night, but it just couldn't justify the ticket price for the amount of time I'd be there. It worked out to being something like only 4 hours of time in Liverpool, all to just avoid spending a night in Liverpool. So then I began the hostel search, and much to my chagrin... nothing. The least expensive option was paying 22 pounds per bed for a private triple, which would be a decent deal if I had two companions but alas I'm keeping this weekend personal. After nearly resigning myself to that fate, I got some helpful advice from others in my program to check bed and breakfasts as well as hostels. The results? Success. 20 pounds for a single room for the night. Perfect, thats all I need, a roof over my head for a night. Worst case I was going to try the train station, and I'm sure that will happen at some point but its never good to plan on it.
Then there was the hassle of landing the train tickets. The web sites kept rejecting my credit card because I can't format my billing address correctly (it's designed for a UK address) so I had to do it over the phone. Well, that was until my pre-paid phone ran out of minutes in the middle of my transaction. Oy. So after topping up my phone, I was able to get back on the horn with one of the train companies and get my first leg of the trip down from London to Wales. A different provider would handle the Wales to Liverpool connection, but when I called them, they had just closed. Can you see how frustrating this can become?
I think the most important thing is that I have these opportunities and even though I worked to be able to afford what I have, its still a tremendous privilege to be where I am today. To even be fretting over pre-paid phones and travel fares seems petty to a lot, so I am certainly counting my blessings. Hopefully though after some decent rest (I only had three and a half hours of sleep last night after the Super Bowl and before my 8:30 class) I can tie up these loose strings and plan on an enjoyable trip. After all, I never know if I'll be back here lucky enough to worry again.