An Amsterdam Good Time

We reached Amsterdam in the golden hour, when the sun was setting and the sky’s light was reflecting in the many canals. Thankfully the sun set later in the Netherlands, or else we might’ve gotten very lost very quickly. We swiftly found our hostel, after passing a few red-lit windows, and ascended the very scary stairwell up three flights of perilous steps.

On our first full day, we decided to go on a free three-hour walking tour. But first, we stopped in a bakery for some delicious breakfast. Hanna got a new take on a pizza, and I got a sandwich that was messy but good. In the time before our afternoon tour began, we wandered about and passed the Palace and somehow found our way to the Sex Museum — which is not to be confused with the Prostitution Museum. For four euros, we were able to see it all in an informative, fascinating, and sometimes light-hearted way. There’s even a motion-activated flasher ready to show all should you pass him (and he’s unavoidable, so you will).

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We took our tour with a lovely guide named Axel who didn’t like cheese and judged me and Hanna hard for asking him about the best place to get a Nutella waffle (because waffles aren’t Dutch). However, he was very knowledgeable about the city and had a nice disposition, with exception of the whole cheese thing. We also got to see lots of the city, from the Red Light District, to parts of the University, to historic buildings and streets.

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Housing designed by University students

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The truth is out there…

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The narrowest house in Amsterdam

After the tour, we went in search for the Dutch pancake place Axel recommended (which turned out incredibly), then we went out for some wine at a place called Vyn. The nicest sommelier greeted us and gave us a mini-tour of the world of red wine after we ordered a lift. Honestly, it was the fanciest I ever felt and I giggled an abnormal amount when faced with such a serious adult-y experience.

Feeling fine from our glasses of wine, we hunted down the “I Amsterdam” sculpture, passing the Heineken Brewery along the way. While the giant sculpture was easily found, it was harder to get back. We must’ve looked incompetent because a kind man on a scooter stopped to help us. Did we have any idea what he was saying? Not really. But the act of kindness made us smile and we made it back to our hostel safely.

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The best time to visit this iconic site is at night, hardly anyone around (but people will probably be climbing all up on it regardless)

The next day, we decided to indulge ourselves and experience the tastes of the city. We found a refreshing and delicious health food place called “Light/Dark”, stuck it to Axel and had waffles, and caved to the cookie shop that was at the back of the New Church. We also paid a visit to the Cheese Museum (which is really more like a cheese basement, but it was very educational and there is an upper floor with as many samples as a cheese enthusiast could desire).

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“Moo” with me

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Chilling in a public space like true Amsterdamites, to the right is part of the (long) line to get into the Anne Frank House

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Banksy was in town (srsly, there he had an exhibit in town)

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Cute catz

In the afternoon, we visited the Anne Frank Haus, which is the Secret Annex written about in the diary of the young girl. It was a brutal experience walking through the factory and the quarters of the Frank family and others who shared the space. But overall, Otto Frank designed a memorial for his daughter, a warning to not allow history to repeat itself, and a plea to keep hope alive. I purchased the Diary, having not read it before, and found myself enamored with the astute observations and diary entries of Anne Frank. I also recommend everyone re-read it now, as it holds some pertinent messages for the kind of world that’s forming today.

On our final day in the Netherlands, we visited  The Hague. While we weren’t exactly sure what to do there without spending a lot of money, we managed to see some cool architecture. By far the best part was the Escher Museum, housed in a converted Palace. The Museum contained three floors of art that seems impossible but delights and punishes the mind and eye at the same time. There was even an interactive portion, which made my brain a little sore. But it was delightful and highly recommended.

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There were also some pretty rad chandeliers

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That evening, Hanna and I parted ways on a train as she went to catch an airplane to Rome and I went to catch a bus back to London. I am grateful for getting to travel and experience life outside of the U.S.A. I also get chills thinking that I was in the U.K. in its last moments of being a member of the E.U. History is constantly being made, both on a global and individual level. It’ll certainly be interesting to see how history forges itself from here.

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Time Traveling

Our bus ride from Edinburgh to London was a long and tiring one. However, we met up with some of my friends from school and got to stay in a real flat in Shepherd’s Bush. My friends were nice enough to treat us to pizza our first night back in, and while we had to make our own sleeping arrangements, I was excited to not be staying in a hostel.

On our one full day back in London, Hanna and I got real English breakfasts with my friends, and then we went to Crystal Palace Park, which has become my new personal favorite destination in London. The park is gigantic, and navigation through the green space is anything but easy (thanks, not-so-user-friendly maps!); but if you reach the right area, you will find sculptures of dinosaurs. This isn’t your friendly neighborhood Jurassic Park, though, because the dinosaurs were created from the notes of Charles Darwin and the like, before fossils were reconstructed, and before humans had any concrete knowledge on what dinos actually looked like.

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Apart from the wildly wonderful dinosaur sculptures, there is a maze in Crystal Palace that is one of the largest in the UK. Hanna and I appreciate Stanley Kubrick’s visual interpretation of “The Shining,” and so we took on the maze challenge. It was rather long, and brambles and branches stuck us a few times, but we made it to the center without getting lost!

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Layout of the maze – sponsored by Girlguiding, the UK equivalent of Girl Scouts

After Park adventures, we went back into central London and cultured ourselves at the National Gallery and the National Portrait Gallery. I am always amazed by the capacity for creation humans possess. Then, we went to a nice buffet in Chinatown, grabbed some phenomenal baked goods at the bakery next door, and then cried our eyes out in the top tier of the Queens Theatre while absorbing the amazing Les Miserables.

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Getting Tudor’d in English history at the Portrait Gallery

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Gates to Chinatown

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The Place of Endless Tears

After the show, we met up with the friends we were staying with at a local pub and shared a few pitchers. Then, we walked back to the flat and prepared for our day-long journey to Amsterdam.

Hey-lands, Ho-lands, Highlands (& Haggis)

So, it’s been a month and a half, approximately, since returning from Europe. The Pulse shooting happened a day after I returned, and that shook all Central Floridians up quite a bit. Political turmoil ensued, I spiraled into another existential crises, took a three-day trip to South Carolina to move my best friend into graduate school, and then pulled myself together.

Long story short: I have declared it time to finish blogging about Europe 2k16, so get ready for some rapid-posting.

Hanna and I booked a day trip through the Highland Experience tour company exploring, you guessed it, the Scottish Highlands. We went counter-clockwise through the country, stopping at the Cairngorm Mountains, Inverness, Loch Ness, Ben Nevis, and Glen Coe — with some bonus stops along the way.

While we were driving, we heard some informative, theatrical tellings of important moments in Scottish history. The stories about Anne Queen of Scots particularly piqued Hanna’s interest, as she was taking advantage of UK Netflix’s ‘Reign’ episodes when we had downtime in our hostels. I found the bits of Scottish folk music fascinating. Plus, we heard all about Braveheart and the Campbell v McDonald clan feud.

The audio component was interesting, but the best part about the trip was the scenery we passed. Loch Ness was beautiful, with the clouds of mist sailing through the verdant valley and over the gray waves. The mountains were incredible, and we had good weather which heightened the vistas.

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Quotes as deep as the Loch greeted us

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Loch Ness

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One of our ‘bonus stops’

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Photo stop… there were sheep too.

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Glen Coe (not to be confused with Glen Close)

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Glen Coe

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I really, really liked Glen Coe

The whole trip lasted twelve hours, and I might have enjoyed the views of the back of my eyelids for a small portion of that time. But I was overwhelmed by the beauty of the Highlands, and they became my favorite place we visited on our entire trip.

The next day, Hanna and I took the plunge and ate haggis pies with mash. I almost chickened out after ordering it, but I fought through those feelings and tried new things (and it also helped that Hanna made the reasonable comparison of the delicacy to a hot dog). After all the hype, we were surprised/relieved to find the mysterious meat tasted like sausage.

We bummed around Edinburgh for a while, but mostly spent the day relaxing. Then we went out on a pub crawl that turned out to be quite dull. Though, we did stop in a venue that had live music, and the band playing sounded good.

The adventure continued back to London….

You Take the High Road, and I’ll Take the Low…

We got on the bus to Newcastle at 3:30 p.m., we didn’t make it into Newcastle until 1:30 a.m., and then we spent roughly three hours in the McDonald’s waiting for our 4 a.m. connection to Edinburgh, which ended up coming in more like quarter ’til 5. So long story short: it was a painfully long experience. We did manage to keep our spirits up through the most of it, though, partially in thanks to the drunk youths trickling through the fast food chain for the entire time we were there. 

We got into the city in the wee hours of the morning, but praise be to the magical spaghetti monster in the sky, the hostel didn’t force us to wait until 2 pm for check-in, as is the usual in the UK. Which means we got to sleep! Once we woke up from the brief nap, we got some groceries and explored the city a bit, walking around the Prince’s Garden, the castle, and the National Gallery, which was closing by the time we got there, but we still got to hear both an electrical bagpipe performance and an impromptu classical voice performance while inside the actual museum. In the late evening, we went on a ‘ghost’ tour, much more tame than the last time, but the tour guide still gave new and interesting stories about the darker history and the local haunts. ‘Twas entertaining. 



The next day, we took a walking tour of the city with a lovely young fellow named Jonny. I loved him simply for not step-ball-changing, and again we learned some really fascinating info about the history of Edinburgh. We even got to see the real Tom Riddles’ grave (holla Harry Potter fans). 

Bobby is Edinburgh’s masot for the most part. People still leave sticks and other offerings at his grave.


During the tour’s break, we went to get ice cream at Mary’s Milk Bar. I got the lemon curd and rosemary flavor; it was fantastic. Then after our tour’s end, we wen to the Elephant House, where J.K. Rowling penned some of the Harry Potter books. I had an invigorating pot of black currant tea, and Hanna had earl grey. We also had some haggis crisps, and while uncertain of it’s resemblance to the actual Scotish dish, we used them as a leaping-off point for trying the real thing (which we’re saving for our final full day in the city tomorrow). 



We were going to go to an open mic event, but I needed real food, so Hanna indulged me as I got some Mac and cheese pie, and then we explored this market housed inside an old Kirk. Kool doesn’t begin to describe it. 




Once again we set off to the poetry festival thing, but once again we got sidetracked by the Surgeon’s Museum – something we had also wanted to check out. We interpreted our coming across the building as a sign that we needed to check it out immediately, so we did. Unfortunately they don’t allow photographing any of the specimens, but boy, oh boy, was it fascinating. There were arteries, organs, and amputated limbs all preserved perfectly inside little jars. There was also a recreation of a dissection theatre, a form of entertainment in the old days, with a virtual body and a man in a powdered wig guiding us through the week’s worth of dissecting. ‘Twas rather enjoyable. 


We went back to the hostel, but first stopped for an early dinner of sushi, which was delicious and the Scotish salmon is totally recommended. We went back to our hostel and made sandwiches for the long trip we would be taking the next day through the highlands, and as we were prepping, the most magical thing happened. Now, earlier in the day we had met an Irish man who was staying at the hostel while he supervised a local construction project. He was drinking whiskey with his breakfast, so that should tell you loads about his disposition. But he truly was very hospitable and friendly. Flash forward to the evening: he’s playing Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here” on the guitar (“We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl” is, perhaps, my most favorite line of a song EVER). It was truly a good omen for the trip we would embark on shortly…

Cardiff – The Atlantic City of the U.K. 

After saying an almost-tearful farewell to Bath, we continued onward to Wales. Our buses were delayed a bit, but we got into the city fine. Our original plan was to couch surf at a Uni student’s flat, but she never confirmed with us which caused us to bite a bullet and spend a night in a hotel, after finding every single hostel booked on Saturday night. While we cringed at forking over more money than we wanted to fork over, we embraced the feeling of having our own room and ensuite bathroom. 

After settling in and taking showers in the swanky hotel, we decided to go to the wharf. We took a somewhat sketchy walk, but we made it safely to our destination and spent a while walking around the beautiful waterfront. It was mostly a commercial center, but there were some important landmarks like the Norwegian church (a reminder of the times when Cardiff was a big port for the Vikings) and the Senedd, which is the Welsh Senate building that doesn’t look like a government building as it is metal and glass and actually modern-looking. The whole area was an architectural funhouse. 


We took a bus back into the City Center then went back to our hotel, where we decided to go out to dinner at a place called “Live Lounge” which promised live music and good food. Now, a little backstory on Cardiff. It’s apparently the Hen/Stag Party capitol of the universe and reflects that with lots of gambling spots, bars, and night clubs (hence our designation of the town as the U.K.’s Atlantic City). So we ran into about a billion hordes of drunk people celebrating marriage, and the Live Lounge was full of said people. But we had a good laugh at the party people and even befriended one of the bouncers who  said “Children are the worst kind of STD” and thus won the arbitrary quote of the week from us. What we found most fascinating about the Live Lounge, though, was that it was America themed- American pop musicians had murals on the walls and the music they played were major throwbacks to American artists, there was even a Fleetwood Mac song block, and the food came with both ketchup AND hot sauce. I also ordered a Coors Light on tap because I wanted to be THAT person.

While staying in a hotel after hosteling for a while was a true treasure, the next day we were back to hostel living. This time we weren’t as fortunate – we were in a small room with three bunks placed, and I kid you not, shoulder width apart. Also, the mattresses were so worn that we could both feel the springs in our beds – I thought I would start bruising. But we pressed on and explored what Cardiff had to offer. We went around the Cardiff Castle touring the manor and museum, and we went into the actual castle and walked to the very top, got afternoon tea at Waterloo Gardens Tea House, which was amazing and highly recommended, and then we went to the National Gallery and saw one of the largest collections of Impressionist paintings as well as art that commemorated national tragedies. We also tried to do the natural history component of the museum, but the wing was terrifying and the museum was getting ready to close byway, so we left posthaste. 

Sculpture commemorating the unidentified Welsh soldiers who died serving their country


Inside (pictured previously) and ceiling of the “Arab Room”

Making a wish into the well

The view from the top (my sunglasses are hiding the fear in my eyes)

To end our day, we spent a while lounging in Bute Park, which used to be the gardens of the Cardiff Castle. Because the weather was so beautiful, lots of folks were out on the green soaking up the sun, playing sport, and we even saw a group of people practicing capoeira, a  Brazilian form of martial arts. 


Monday we took a what-meant-to-be-morning/early afternoon-trip-and-ended-up-being-a-whole-day trip. Bank Holidays are the absolute WORST if you rely on public transit. The place we went to made-up for the pain-in-the-side scheduling nightmare, though. Tintern Abbey, located in the Wye Valley, is the remains of an ancient monastery. The whole place was overwhelming, but we took our time exploring everything and then spent a while reading on the banks surrounding the structure.




On our final day in Cardiff, we spent a while watching the British ‘Home’ channel, which is the US equivalent of HGTV but with more tension between the people on the shows. This makes for gritty entertainment. After getting our fix of the domestic drama, we ventured to this establishment called Science Cream where they make ice cream by cooling the bowl with liquid nitrogen. Hanna got Salted Caramel with shredded chocolate on top, and I got Vanilla Malt & Brown Sugar with honeycombs–  they were so good! This cool treat prompted us to declare that Cardiff is aces when it comes to dessert. 

We did some grocery shopping, lugged our luggage through the city center, picnicked in the park outside the national gallery, and then boarded a bus on what was to be the longest bus journey I’ve ever taken. The adventure was about to continue in a very unglamorous way….

Splish, Splash, We Are Going to Bath

We left London, traffic was insane in the city, but once we got out, the views were stereotypical countryside. It was lovely. We got into Bath and were  trying to figure out how to get to our hostel, which commenced an uphill hike with our luggage that ended up being a workout rather than actually getting to where we needed to be. By the time we actually found the place and got settled, our stomachs were ready for dinner. Per the suggestion of the man at the front desk, we went to an establishment called “The Eastern Eye”, rated one of the best places for Indian food in the county. It lived up to the hype and we were pleased as punch that it did. Upon getting back to the hostel, we met an American couple, and they invited us to join them in a stroll by the canal after we bonded over playing British childrens’ trivia. The Bath Abbey illuminated was almost as breathtaking as our earlier uphill climb. 


The next day was a wander day. We just explored the city, going to the Green Station Market, which was repurposed after being a train station. We toured the Roman Baths, which is what the city was named after, and learned about the spa, the gods and goddess Minerva, and made a wish to the deities. In one of the inside baths. We also and walked through the inside of the Abbey. There was also a small patisserie next to our hostel, which we obviously needed to try, and the deserts were phenomenal. Hanna had a video interview (for a position she got the next day!), and then we went out for a pint of Thatcher’s on tap and some of Bath’s best fish and chips at a little place called Seafood. Talk about bang for the buck, the small options were gigantic and, better yet, reasonably priced!




On Friday, we took a bus to Salisbury, not just the name for a type of steak, but the place where Stonehenge lives. The formation was built by Druids, for purposes debated still today. But the stone circle still holds its reputation as a place of healing, and pagan groups are allowed inside the circle on the solstices after general admission times are over. It is difficult to visit Stonehenge and not think about all the alien/paranormal theories surrounding the place, especially since crop circles crop up in the area beginning in late summer. Hanna made the observation that crows are the only birds that come near the circle, whereas I was preoccupied with the sheep- my newest theory being that those are the most sentient beings on this earth (the fact that sheep were the first successfully cloned animal supports this theory).


Even though I’ve heard a lot of people say that Stonehenge is overrated, I disagree. It was awesome. 


When we got back to Bath after the eventful morning, we went for Thai tapas. They were delicious, but being the clumsy person I am, I ended the meal with a bowl full of garlic chili sauce on me. While the sauce was taken out of the clothes after a good machine wash, it got into my watch, prompting me to leave the accessory behind (probably to the cheers of my mom who’s been wanting me to replace that watch for months). After Hanna got the news that she got the job, we celebrated by buying cupcakes at the local market, splitting a bottle of wine, and eating some of the food we picked up earlier in the week. 

The morning after, we said goodbye to Bath, which was more difficult than I thought it would be. But the adventure must continue… 

Keep Off the Grass

Wi-Fi has been unreliable and Hanna and I have been very busy, hence the lack of posts. Also, this WordPress application likes taunting me and not saving things, which is making your authoress very peeved. But we press on (for, what’s unbeknownst to you, the third time)

Hanna and I went to Oxford and met up with a friend of a friend and his wife. Kevin and Katy are two Americans pursuing higher education at the most prestigious university in the world and were  both kind enough to give us a tour of the town, including giving us access to some student-restricted areas. The architecture was beautiful, as was expected, but we also learned some entertaining trivia. The Uni holds annual tortoise races along with regattas, some patches of grass are restricted for everyone, whereas others are only used for balls and pre-approved croquet games. Formal feasts happen a couple times per week.



We also got to see some of the locations used in the filming of the world’s favorite wizarding series. Magical is one way to describe it. 

Kevin and Katy also took us to the Eagle and Child pub, a watering hole for J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis back in the day. 

After Oxford, Hanna and I went back to London and visited the Abbey Road Studios. While the building is unassuming and the iconic crosswalk near unnoticeable, the sense of community centered on this site is unavoidable and powerful. People come from all over the world, some risking life and limb trying to recreate the album cover, to see the studio and sign the wall outside. Everyone wants to pay homage to the legends of pop music. 


The next day we were set to go to Bath, but before making the journey, we wandered through Highgate Cemetery – a resting place for some of the most influential people in British and world history. Among the buried are Karl Marx, Douglas Adams, and George Eliot. Even though the location was a wee eerie, I felt calm and at peace. 



I was ready for our adventure to continue…

Arting Around Londontown

After an almost-horrifying hair cut and an 8 hour plane ride, I finally touched down in Gatwick. Hanna and I were greeted by two enormous composites of the Queen, perhaps the most English greeting we could’ve possibly had. We tubed it to our hostel and roamed the nearby area for sustenance before check-in. Interestingly, we happened upon a chimney cake (staple of the Austrio-Hungarian region), so it felt like a bit of the old backpacking trip mixed with the new. We were jet lagged though (and still are a bit) so we mainly stayed in our room once able to check in. We did manage, though, to get to Shoreditch/Brick Lane in the early evening. Good food and awesome street art.


Today, we started with a trip to the Camden markets. A significantly large part of the area was under construction, but we explored new things and were greeted with the aromas of food from around the world, each beckoning us to eat. We eventually settled on crepes that had the magical powers of keeping us satiated for an abnormally long period of time. They were also savory and delicious. As for the actual market, there’s a Horse Stable section inside which vendors are now the tenants as opposed to four legged powerhouses. There were fantastic pieces of street art here as well.


After Camden, we took the Tube to the Tate Modern, three floors of pretty awesome modern art. The best exhibit was called “Liquid Landscpes” which had images of dyed fluids under microscopes projected onto the walls. “What’s so special about that?” you ask? There were beanbags to nest in. Yes, they were awesome. Another personal highlight was seeing a piece by an artist I learned about in my Spanish class this past semester, Alfredo Lam. We also think we spotted Jodie Foster entering one of the galleries while we were exiting it; ’twas rather exciting.


After we cultured ourselves, we did even more culturing by going to the Globe. So posh. We wanted to see Midsummer, which is the current show on at the moment. But, alas, the scheduling was just not meant to be. Still, we managed to make some mischief while going through the Globe.


We traversed back to the hostel where we vegged and decided what our next plan of action should be. Since this is Hanna’s first time in London, she wanted to see the major sights so we crossed quite a few off the list. Starting at Westminster Palace, we walked past the Abbey then up to St. James’ Park, to Buckingam, and then took the tube back. Whilst at the Royal Palace, there was a big crowd because some royals were driving away or something of the sort. There were guards! There were cars! There were police escorts! Would’ve made for some real drama if one could actually see who was inside the cars. But one could not. I did learn something new: the keyholes on the entry gate to Buckingham have the Queen’s first initial on them–talk about personalizing home decor. The height of this excursion actually was the fact that there are new swan bebes in the park. Commence “awww”s.


We are now vegging in the hostel some more. It’s really interesting how different hostels in the UK are compared to the ones on the continent, in regards to friendliness of the travelers. People mostly keep to themselves, but that’s okay. We did meet this one woman who addressed us as though she was her Highness when asking us to keep an eye on her belongings, an encounter which we milked for all its comedic gold.

Where will tomorrow take us? You’ll just have to wait and see.

Until next time!

London, I’m Returning

Hello anyone who still gets notifications for this blog!

It’s been a while, innit? Yes. I’ve done some traveling throughout America, gotten inked a few places (now Mom knows of both), and even passed a major life milestone: I graduated Uni! Praise the universe! Many changes occurred, but one thing remains: my love for the U.K. The country itself is on the verge of possibly changing very soon (I’m lookin at you, Brexit), but the vote and its subsequent consequences will happen after we leave. 

My travel companion on this leg of the trip is one of my best friends Hanna. She’s the first friend I made at Uni, and we are stoked to be backpacking throughout the UK and parts of the Netherlands. She’s also the valedictorian, so that means Europe better prepare itself for our tour de force of brainpower. 

While we have super-planned this trip, I’ll be filling you in on all our adventures and destinations as we do and reach them. Call it not wanting to spoil anything. Call it also fishing for more subscribers, haha. 

Anyway, our flight departs tomorrow. I still need to pack, but I’ll leave this aesthetically pleasing photo of some of my carry-on items with you to hold you over until the real adventures begin. 


Until next time!!

“We’re More New York Than Taylor Swift”

The final part of our trilogy begins!

Saturday morning called for another early start as we had a 9 a.m. meeting with the Top of the Rock. Debora and I ate breakfast at our ‘usual’ place (I will never stop singing praises for Treehaus) and I got lochs and schmear on a New York bagel. It was a delicious way to start the day with a cup o’ Joe on the side. 

We met Jennifer and Preeti at the Rock and went all 67 stories to the top where we were surrounded by beautiful vistas of the city. Standing so high above the rest of the city was a serene experience that was totally worth the $32! 

     After descending from the Top of the Rock and our ears readjusted to normal altitude, we were off to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. While the Met houses an amazing collection, the crown jewel at the time of our visit was the China Through the Looking Glass exhibit cultivated by Vogue’s own Ana Wintour. Room after room was filled with intricate and luxurious pieces coupled with clips from Chinese film to create marriage of culture and senses.


          We wandered up to the roof of the Met, where one can find a cafe and a courtyard-like space. Then we went in search for caffeine, with a little whimsy sprinkled in on the journey.


 After we fueled, the next stop was Central Park. We saw the Alice in Wonderland statue, hung out at the Bethesda Fountain, stopped by the John Lennon memorial and the Strawberry Fields.


      

We found a sushi place for lunch then went our separate ways in order to rest up. Saturdays are apparently subway construction days so yet again Debora and I found ourselves lost and confused in the New York underground. ‘Twas a miracle to get back to our hotel.

In the evening, Debora, Jennifer, and I made the trip to Brooklyn for an incredibly beautiful sunset and some tasty pizza.


 And what would our last night in the city be without another random creep trying to chat us up while we waited for our train? I bet T-Swift doesn’t have THAT happen to her on a regular basis.

My Sunday wasn’t that eventful but I can tell you that I’m still having nightmares about LaGuardia Airport. Three days definitely isn’t enough time to see everything but overall it was a good experience with great people.

Until next time!