Photo of the Day: Another throwback from my Ireland trip. I spent an hour last night looking at all my photos!
Photo of the Day: Throwback picture! This is from last summer when I studied abroad in the UK. Check the archives for more study abroad tales!
This is pretty much all I ate while at Oxford. Call me a tourist, but it was consistently delicious. Also, eateries closed really early there, so pubs (which served fish and chips) were a good dinner option.
I may have cried. Just a little. I MISS MY BEST FRIEND AND SHE’S BEEN GONE FOR A DAY, Y’ALL, I HAVE REAL PROBLEMS.
One of my favorite stories from my study abroad experience at the University of Oxford in England is about crepes.
I was out shopping one day, a day that happened to be one of my last abroad. I had just purchased an excellent new turquoise handbag and a hot pink skirt with rosettes at Primark. I was on a shopping high.
And when I say high, I mean high. Colors were brighter as I exited the store. I was so thankful for the sunshine and the blue sky and being in Oxford and I thought I was the happiest I could ever be—until I saw the crepe truck.
The crepe truck seemed like an oasis in the desert (even though, in this metaphor, the desert was pretty awesome). I had never had crepes before. During my trip to France the previous year, I opted for steak frites and chocolate mousse at the fancy pants cafe we went to rather than crepes.
So, of course, I stepped up in line. The line was fairly substantial, so as I waited I watched the crepe man work. He carefully poured the batter on the griddle and smoothed it out. As that cooked, he pulled another crepe off another griddle and piled in with freshly whipped cream and berries. His movements were smooth.
He was a skilled crepe man.
I finally approached Mr. Crepe Man, handed him my 5 pound note and asked for Nutella crepes. With banana. As he crafted my snack, I tried to control the drool.
He eventually handed me a tray filled with a huge crepe folded over several times and smeared with hot melty Nutella and tiny slices of banana.
I walked back to my dorm, eating my crepes as I walked. I looked at the old buildings covered in ivy while chewing. I savored the chocolate hazelnut taste as I passed all my favorite places in Oxford.
I spoiled my dinner that night. It was worth it.
When I went abroad for the second time, lots of people complained about their treatment when they went to Paris for Bastille Day. But when I went the year before, the French were extremely nice—nicer than the Spanish, in fact! I love France and need to go back.
Photo of the day is delicious chocolate and banana crepes from an Oxford food truck!
I was instructed to wrap my arms around this cross and make a wish. According to my creepy tour guide (who kissed a girl on my trip on the cheek and gave all of us weird hugs), someone wished to get married, and then she did.
I’m not telling what I wished for.