Sunday, January 30, 2011
You've been warned about their food, right?
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Off to the Cathedral!
Sunday, January 16, 2011
In Which We Travel From the Capital to the Country
This last week, we traveled up from London to Norwich, where I’ll be attending the University of East Anglia (or uni, as it is delightfully called here.)
The campus kind of looks like something out of Orwell, all of the buildings are concrete and steel blocks. But there’s a kind of charm to them. I’m staying in the Norfolk Flats, which look kind of like Aztec pyramids.
When I opened the door to my room I was greeted with what looked to be a prison cell. I had this moment of anxiety and I thought, “Well crap, how am I going to get through the next six months?”
But I put my sheets and pillows and quilt on the bed, my books on the shelves, and I pinned up a few mementos, and I began to feel more at home. I slept for almost twelve hours that night.
I'm beginning to like it here. I have my own room. If I want to talk to people I can go down to the kitchen or I can call up some friends. I have a view of the lake from my window. I feel like I’m at Hogwarts. I hope to see the giant squid one of these days.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
The Healing Power of Food
I have never tasted anything so perfect. The meringue was tender and the filling was so flavorful. It was perfect. I am not a slow eater by nature, but this was the slowest I had ever eaten. I celebrated each bite, letting the various levels of flavor wash over me.
And then they were gone. But I still had the éclair!
It was a little small by my standards, but everything looks small when you’ve grown up in America. Not thinking anything could possibly beat the macarons, I bit into the éclair and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
It touched on all levels of chocolate, it was bitter but not mediciney, it was sweet but not cloying. And the crème was so smooth. At one point I had to stop myself because I realized I was making out with the éclair.
I finished it off (though I took my time, let me tell you.) I looked around to make sure no one was staring at the American who had been audibly moaning while eating an éclair, cleaned up my trash, and decided to try and make the afternoon service at Westminster Abbey.
I had been feeling low these first two days in London. I missed my family, I missed my friends, I missed my dogs, and I missed being in the accent majority. I had listened to Carole King’s “So Far Away” at least twenty times throughout the day.
But something about the combination of French pastries, English tea, and Hyde Park had caused an alchemical change in me. I was halfway across the world and doing things that I would not be able to do in California or even in the US, and that was exciting. I had fallen in love with London.
And while I still terribly missed my family and my friends and my dogs and being in the accent majority, I was in London, and I had an Evensong at Westminster Abbey to get to.