Last Day

Today was my last day in Oxford. And it was a good one.

Slept in a bit, and then got dressed and was ready to head out. It was the most perfect weather. Before leaving, I decided to bug Chrissy and ask her to go with me. She then proceeded to tell me about her fun drunken night last night while she got ready.

Once she was ready, we headed to the Ashmolean museum to see a few things. It is the oldest public museum in Britain (and maybe more?). Chrissy had seen almost every room already, but I hadn't been in yet. I wanted to see two things: the Alfred Jewel and Guy Fawke's lantern. Both were seen and both were as epic as I imagined.

Next we went to get something to eat. We went to this tiiiiiiny cafe on Broad Street that Chrissy had noticed was always PACKED. There is a reason: it was epically delicious. I got a turkey, ham, and cheese toasted sandwich. YUMMY.

Then I bought shirts for my godparents and tried to return another gift (because I had found a better one). Unfortunately, they wouldn't let me. It is alright though; it did not damper my day at all. After souvenir shopping, Chrissy needed to buy a turtleneck and I wanted a scarf and snacks for the trip. All things were acquired successfully.

After separating from Chrissy, I went to the 2 pound bookstore on my way home and got the PERFECT book for Case. Once I left the bookstore, there was a double-decker bus available to take me home from the bus stop. So, my last Oxford bus ride was on the top of the double-decker. Perfect. Also, as we began heading down the street, it began to rain, and hasn't stopped raining, making it even more perfect.

The night is one of those beautiful ones I love. It is perfect and serene.

See you soon Oxford....

Home awaits.

A story

While waiting for my update about Canterbury, enjoy this story:

I am at the Indian Guy Store (our local convenience store down the block) getting some Pringles and Coke (study essentials) when the guy who runs the store starts talking to me. Since one of our housemates goes to the store at least once a day, he has begun to recognize us.

Cashier: So, where are you from?

Me: Well, obviously from the States. Haha. I'm from Kansas City, Missouri. It is right in the middle of the country.

The cashier looks at me blankly, almost slightly confused and shocked

Cashier: Is...is that what it is called?

Me: Yup! There is a Kansas City, Missouri and I Kansas City, Kansas. They are right next to each other.

Cashier: So, like, the Tin Man, and all of them...?

Me: Yeah! They were in Kansas. I mean, they never say what part of Kansas, but Dorthy was from Kansas.

The cashier looks completely and utterly amazing/confused/dumbfounded

Cashier: I didn't know it actually existed....



Who knew Kansas was so exotic?