day 4, oxford

Tonight I find myself in Oxford with some down time to actually update on my British excursion, so you’re welcome. I’m staying in a charming little cottage on one of the main thoroughfares, far from the center of the city (a good 30/40 minute walk) but quiet enough that I feel immersed in the stereotypical small-town England that so charms us on the west side of the Atlantic.

So I guess I’ll work backward, shall I?

The voice in my head is currently sporting a British accent, so forgive me if my writing at the moment seems incredibly formal. Also, the television is on some talking head program, so that might be the culprit.

So, today.

We left London on a charter bus at 9 this morning, arrived in Oxford around 11:30. After we moved in and killed the various spiders inhabiting the corners of our house, we made the walk back to the group’s meeting place and did a walking tour of Oxford. I love the quiet of the colleges; we went inside Corpus Christi and Trinity Colleges and they remind me of the quiet little bubble that is Oglethorpe. Coincidentally, Corpus Christi is the birthplace of Oglethorpe, a fact which I already knew, but was amazing to witness in person.

Dinner was at a seafood restaurant. I had some of the most delicious salmon and cous cous; the Brits really know how to do seafood right. After that, a bunch of us popped over to the pub next door to the restaurant, but I only stayed for a bit before walking home with Hillary through some of the neighborhoods around where we’re staying. It was so quaint.

And now I’m sitting in the common room watching The Inbetweeners, which is a very amusing show, to my surprise. It’s an early night; I’m exhausted.

I must admit before I sign off that it’s strange, writing this way. I feel as if it’s not nearly as interesting recounting my daily experience in writing. Please don’t hold it against me, I’m tired.