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Yale In London...and one Yalie Out of London As I edit this page it's the summer of 2003. My semester in London was the spring of 1995. So it's been a while. I don't want to lose the feelings I had about the trip then, so I've kept them below as I originally posted them online in 1995(!). I did have to pull all the links (wow, who would have thought all those web sites from eight years ago would've stopped working?). |
Here We Have The British Isles
I recently scanned in some more pictures of the York trip. :) The
first one reveals us as the true city folk that we are as we went chasing
off to bond with.. sheep! Then we also have me getting goofy on a water fountain.
In case you have not noticed yet I have my own unique sense of humor. I
laugh everytime I see this picture so I thought it was perfect for this
page! Lastly we have what happens after
two days of doing all this stuff and drinking perhaps too many fuzzy
navels and shots of Cadbury'c Chocolate Cream Liqueur (I'll pay a 15%
finders fee for anyone who finds this for me in the U.S.). The flowered
hell is the York (read: hicktowne) version of a hotel room.
from those who taught me how to
cook. This is all sounding more and more mysterious isn't it? Welllll...
This is the guy who's roommates taught me how to cook French and Belgium food. I also thought the flowers behind him were nice. This was taken somewhere in the vicinity of Buckingham Palace. I can also speak a very little French now...I just can't write any of it!! This of course was handy for telling Parisians the total lie that "I am not alone, I am going to meet my very very big lover. He is French. He waits at the store for me," which sort of worked. No, Donna, his name was not Camembere. If you must persist in calling the people I date cheeses, can't you at least find a cheese i like? ("Hello, meet by boyfriend, his name is Provolone..") Oh, How To Cook A White Sauce Now, You may have been wondering why the heck the link to this page was a bunch of Dr. Marten's shoes. Of course we all know they are made in England and about at common as dirt there, but that's not why that picture is infamous...:)
This is but one of an entire roll of pictures my sisters made me
take. My judgement was considered..insufficent to buy them "cool"
Doc's on my own..so I went from store to store snapping photos of them
(no catalog, and see they had to be Doc's not available in America..).
Then of course, Shelly picks the one pair sold out in all of London..
End result: Cheryl: Red 14 Hole, Shelly Purple 14 Hole, Lindsay Brown
8 Hole. This whole process took 2 months...thus the roommate's
had yet another source of entertainment from yours truly....as if the
heavily accented phone calls were not enough.;)
Over spring break I also, much to my Dad's dismay, traveled through Dublin and Edinburugh solo. I don't know where the Edinburugh photos are, although I wore the sweater I bought yesterday. Edinburugh has a castle!! And I didn't know, so that was a very pleasant surprise. 12 hours on a bus thru sheep and cottages and whammo, Pizza Hut AND a castle.
This is the National Monument To Irish Independence. For those of you who have also read Ulysses, Parnell's statue is a couple blocks away. I can't find the picture I really want to put here, but this will do. Dublin. Dublin is nice. I think, though, the one thing I will always remember is the smell of fireplaces. They permeate the city with the soft-sweet smell of smoke. I drank cider and listened to folk music in a downtown pub, before loosing on of my gloves on a city bus while remembering Pepsi and Deep Dish Pizza with other temporary expatriats. I also bought Donna a very nice Waterford wine decanter..which I then lugged halfway around the world on my back so that it would not be stolen or broke by zealous baggage handlers. Well, I've got just one more London picture to go.
This was taken by Cheese-Boy in Regent's Park, London. Note: the scrunchy denotes my American-ness. I look like a tank here, but really I had on like three shirts because I was cold. :) These ducks and the geese and the swans have the best free ride known to man. I loved Regent's Park in the spring. It's huge, teeming, yet meticulous and beautiful. All of London goes here. The soccer fields swell with teams devided up by native language...And the ducks get fat off of tourists and toddlers. I miss London. :) Wheee...found another picc, scanned it in. This is me at a castle outside of London which I have temporarily forgotten the name of!! It was built in part by William and Mary and this was somehow important but all I remember as i write this is that 1)William of Orange was a closet homosexual and 2)I was most definitely NOT to sit on that grass and 3)Getting lost in a honest-to-God maze in the garden...
Cool London Related Links! They may be slow..then again they are across the Atlantic in a place with really bad phone lines... *ed note 7/03: All the links broke (well, except the British Museum). I wanted to keep two notes: Re: Tube Map: School was at the Holborn station, home= Gloucester Road, Albert=Willsden Green (*uggh*), Shopping=Camden Towne or Green Park, Fun=Leicester Square, Green Stuff=Regent's Park. God does looking at this make me homesick for London... Re: Cyberia (cyber cafe): Been There. Done that.
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Ok, well I spent my junior spring semester in Yale-In-London. This was,
to a
girl who had never been out of America, and in fact, had never actually
touched the ocean, a totally remarkable experience. While in
London I, of course, went to all my classes just like I never skip class
(*yeah roight*)! Seriously, I had class four days a week, and since for
once none of them had anything at all to do with science,
molecules,
grading on a curve, or labs, I had a great time! The best part, though
was the plethora of freebies included. Paul Mellon (bless him) gave
Yale-In-London a lot of money...So we got to get front-type row
seats at 1-2 plays a week. WoW! If you ever have a chance to go
to a Cheek-By-Jowl production--GO!! We also had a fun little excursion
to the lovely metropolis *cough* of York.
Wow, exciting, huh? (The photo was so boring, the scanner thought it was
black and white..) This is York. This is a very old house in York. :)
Those people were in my class. What was noteable for this field trip was
not the tours but watching my fellow Yalies drink 19 bottles
of wine for 17 drinkers. And having Yale pay. By the way, if anyone
asks...it's not a Holbein.
Let's see. I discovered this really neat thing called
cider. No,
not the nasty Woodchuck they have here, but real, on tape, high potency,
cider. And now I'm in withdrawal. What else did I learn in London? Well, I
learned how to
dance for hours on end to Euro-pop-techno (another night another dream
but always you're like a vision of love that seems to be true) ...but that
doesn't
really fit itself easily into frozen 2-D images, now does it? Well.. as
promised, I also learned how to make a white sauce as well as ratattoui
(but i cannot spell it), and some other stuff...I also learned how to
speak a little weeeee bit of French
