First, I am very very sorry for my terrible blog-keeping habits! My intentions were to blog frequently… whoops. But here goes nothin’!
Since my last post (Portugal&Spain), I went to Glasgow for a few days with Joyce and took a day trip to Edinburgh where I actually went into the castle and ate lamb (by accident).
I spent some time in Southern France where I kayaked on the Mediterranean, took a tour of a winery (with a wine tasting!!!!) and climbed a mountain (where I watched the sunset, slept on top, then saw the sunrise the next morning).
Sam came to visit me (who comes to see their friend in England?! She’s the best), we went to Paris where we went to the top of the Eiffel Tower, saw the Mona Lisa in the Louvre and survived an extremely drunk, angry French guy on the metro.
We took a day trip to the White Cliffs of Dover, and then spent a few days in London where I met One Direction (… sort of) and witnessed a protest/riot which included the metropolitan police AND swat team!
I took my exams in huge, intimidating halls will invigilators (that was their title, I’m not kidding). I do not have pictures of this because I probably would have been tackled to the ground if I took out any sort of electronic device.
So after all of that, here’s my final blog post. I decided its only going to be things I’ve learned and things I’ve loved while here, because honestly I don’t think I could come up with a list of things I didn’t like that actually mattered (like the no Dunkin Donuts situation here… that was a little rough).
Loved (in no particular order)
1) WHY CAN’T AMERICAN GUYS DRESS AS STYLISH AS BRITISH GUYS?
2) Nandos
3) Pizza Express (they put eggs on their pizzas here… SO GOOD).
4) Berry Cider
5) How everyone here likes Obama more than Americans like Obama (Don’t get me wrong, I like me some Obama, but people here LOVE him).
6) I can’t tell if it’s a good thing or not, but I find it endearing when a Brit calls me a Yankee… I don’t know why?
7) It’s the birthplace of 4/5 of One Direction… HOORAY!
8) The Uni accommodations over here; Coed (pros and cons), an actual house, heated towel rack, big bedroom)
9) All the grocery stores deliver right to your house
10) They love Nutella here… I love Nutella… we just go together
11) How you can travel literally, anywhere you could ever want to from England.
12) The view at night when you get off at Westminster station (on the Circle/District line), and go up the staircase towards Westminster Abbey. As soon as you get to the top and walk out from under the overhang, Big Ben is just right there. You’re so close to him, and at that angle he seems as big as he does in all the pictures, and it just so London. I can’t think of any other way to describe it. It’s by far my favorite thing about London and the ungodly amount of pictures I have from that exact spot can vouch for me.
13) LONDON (my favorite city I went to in the past few months, hands down).
14) The city Centre in Canterbury (“High Street”). There’s so many good restaurants, stores and LOTS of people speaking LOTS of different languages. It just really cute with its cobble stone streets and old buildings.
15) .. I just really like the stores on most High Streets…
16) How the Eiffel tower sparkles at night on every hour (I wanted one of those souvenir towers that lit up SO BAD).
17) Simon, the crepe man down in town is one of the nicest guys I’ve met here (he noticed when I had a tan too… J). Hombre makes the best crepes I’ve ever had (even better than any I had in France!)
18) The drinking age
19) As much as people may think the UK isn’t much different from the US, there are a poop-load of differences and I like that
20) I’ve come to really like public transportation! When I first got here I despised every form of it (especially the tube, it’s quite confusing and frustrating at first). But now I see how essential it is here and how they must save loads of money because they don’t have to worry about filling their tank)
21) Dominos is so much better here
22) CADBURY
23) Technology
24) Cab drivers (when they actually show up when they’re suppose to) are really nice
25) Tea. Especially Twinings raspberry&strawberry and lemon&ginger. I’m going to be a sad girl if I cant find a similar replacement back home
26). Crab & Winkle Way, my running path which is full of fields, sheep, horses, cows, cow poop and i love it.
27) Canterbury, England
Learned
Studying Abroad is studying Abroad. No one’s experiences are the same, and no ones experience is better than anyone else s. It doesn’t matter if they speak English, watch the same tv programs, listen to the same music or if a lot of other Americans study there. I don’t think its so much about going somewhere where most people don’t or trying to impress anyone with where you go, but more with going somewhere you’re interested in and getting out of your home country.
When someone asks, “Are you alright?”, they’re not concerned with your heath, nothing is wrong. They just want to know what’s up, what’s shakin’ bacon?
No matter how many times I go through airport security, I still forget to take the plastic water bottle out from the side of my backpack and I’ve come to terms with that. What can I say? I’m forgetful.
I have the best parents in the world. Seriously though, any argument to this is invalid. Find me another set of parents that will send both their kids across the world for 5 months… then we can talk. Love you madre and padre!
… I have the best sister in the world (even thought she wouldnt let me hug her when i got to spain). HI AVERY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You don’t always need a plan, or a destination. One day in Spain Avery had class all day and I didn’t want to bother her or friends so I just got up in the morning, got breakfast somewhere and then wandered Seville by myself and it was just great. I don’t know how people can travel somewhere and not want to be walking around and seeing as much as possible because they’re on their iPod or iPhone talking to people BACK HOME. NO COMPRENDO, PEOPLE!
I’m really bad at budgeting
To appreciate my home uuniversity ecsu. It may be a lil ol’ university in Willi but I did miss is more than I thought I would. There were a few times I wanted to go to Hurley….. i feel eembarrassedadmitting that hahah
More patience (I think)
To bring my camera everywhere
Lastly, I learned that I want to travel in the future, I NEED to. If I could travel with my Social Work degree I would be one happy girl 🙂
To end, I’m gonna share a quote that I’ve found to be awfully true, from the movie, Into the Wild, (if you haven’t seen it, stop reading this right now and find it online. It’s sad, but SO GOOD).
“Happiness is only real when shared”
I wanted to study abroad to learn how to do things completely on my own. I wanted to know I can be completely independent in life, because to me, depending on someone for everything is a heck of a scary thought. I came to England with the hopes of meeting and making lifelong friends. Traveling to cities alone, and forcing myself so outside my comfort zone that I ddidn’tknow what to do.
While I do think I became a lot more independent, and I did meet SO many people from and insane amount of different places, I realized that for me, the moments I spent with the lifelong friends I already had, are my favorite ones. Yeah, I could’ve went to London all the time, visited Glasgow, got drunk in Spain (womp, did I say that?), watch the sunrise on top of a Mountain in southern France or even see the Eiffel Tower sparkle at night, all by myself, then this whole semester would not have been the same.
I didn’t accomplish everything I wanted. I still have so many countries to see, personal characteristics I want to work on, and always more people to meet, but even with all that, this has been the best 5 ½ months of my life. Anyone who tells me my semester abroad was any sort of fail, or says I didn’t do it properly is probably… no, most DEFINITELY a plonker (just little British slang… look it up 🙂 )
Tomorrow I get up at an ungodly hour (4am) to get to Heathrow for my journey home! I’m sitting here finishing this post, and packing up everything and I can’t believe how fast the past 6 (technically 5.5, but i round up lol) months have gone. It feels like just last week I was on a train from London to Canterbury, practically pooping my pants because I was so nervous to move in. Now I have less than 12 hours in England, and I’ll be hauling my WAAAYY overweight suitcase from London, to Toronto, to Hartford. It’s been a longtime coming, but I’m trying not to tear up by convincing myself that somehow, someway, I’ll be back. I feel so blessed and thankful that my parents let me do this and supported me the entire time. Madre and Padre, thank you SO SO much for letting me live in another country for this long. There’s no other way I would’ve wanted to spend my semester than in England and going places I never thought I would get to go. Hopefully next time, we can travel Europe together (and get so many cute family pics)!
So for one last time, cheers! and i love you, england.
amanda