Tag: Great Britain
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England
I didn’t realize England had a smell until I came back to it – faint and ancient. Stories and moss. I’m back where everything makes sense, just pressing unpause. Everything is quiet and slow today. I know how to move between these places. There is sun, and I lose myself in routine.
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Cambridge
Cambridge is ungraspable, uncontainable. The universe condensed into this small space, streets squeezed and teaming. An explosion. Cobblestones and pavement, the river and the green, the boats and the cows, the history, the High Street. It’s eating gelato on the stone wall and racing on a bike to catch the train to Ely for tea…
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Oxford
Oxford is stone, brown, beige, wide open. Quiet, clean. Bursting with stories. My last short trip exploring before being uprooted from this country. __ The Friday that we finally made the two hour drive from Cambridge to Oxford was grey and cold, the kind of day where it might rain any second, yet later…
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Whitby
Whitby. Quaint, classic English seaside. Timeless. Town pier. Abandoned abbey. One hundred and ninety nine steps. Layers and layers of literary, economic history. The abbey is 1600+ years old. The abbey inspired parts of Dracula. The abbey was home to the first known English language poet. And the Romans minded jet here. Captain Cook…
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Greenwich
Greenwich, center of the universe, center of sunshine on an April afternoon. The light was harsh and bright, and the park was overwhelmed by the crowds. Everyone out to feel the sun, to see the flowers – to be in love. Our friend proposed to our other friend right here on this hill, on this…
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Cambridge Spring
Sunny, hot, summer-springtime, April in Cambridge. I had forgotten what it felt like to be warm, to walk freely sans rain coat or weighed down by boots and layers. So rare, and so wonderful. We had cocktails on the Varsity roof deck to celebrate.
exploring & escapades 