Tuesday 23 March 2010

Paris


I have been told it's time for a new blog post, which is seriously true because I just checked the date of my last post and it was February 16th. Oops! So in the past month, the most exciting thing I've done is gone to Paris. What a trip!

Day 1: So I went with my flatmate Eleanor via the Eurostar which, I must say, was not as exciting as I had expected (I mean the Eurostar, not my flatmate). I thought maybe it would feel like we were travelling really fast but it really felt like it was just like a regular train ride here. The views of the English countryside though were priceless. I also happened to see a lot of wind turbines which were really neat as I've never seen one in person. Tried to take a picture but the train was too fast :( We arrived at the train station in Paris (Paris Gare du Nord) and went to buy metro passes. I was sort of creeped out because I kept noticing French Army guys walking around in their uniforms and machine guns. Being up close to a machine gun is really something scary. Eleanor told me to watch out for gypsies because they are everywhere. They beg for money and they also pick-pocket so to keep extra care of my stuff. As we were waiting to purchase our metro tickets we see three gypsy girls running towards the metro ticket barrier laughing and giggling with arms all raised in the air as they are running and a security guy is running behind them trying to chase them down. HA that was too funny. Wonder what they were doing... So after buying our metro passes and getting through the ticket barrier, I figured out I could NOT understand the stupid metro map! Thank god Eleanor is a genius, had already been to Paris once before, and could read it. Otherwise I think I would have spent half my time trying to figure out the stupid map. I have been told by numerous people that the Parisian metro system is the most difficult underground transport system in the world. So all I can say is, "Thank you London for dumbing yours down enough so that even I can understand it." First thing Eleanor and I did was drop all our stuff off at the hotel. The room was amazingly small although I really had no complaints about it. I heard everything in Europe was small but you never really understand until you see it I suppose. First trip was to the Eiffel Tower! How WEIRD was it to be standing right there with it in sight. We went to the very top of the tower via the lift...heck no was i walking up the stairs (which people were actually doing even though it was 1 degree celsius and the wind was really strong) and it was sort of scary! I was glad when that part was over. When we got to the top we got to see the amazing views. Paris is different than London in the fact that most of the buildings are the same height except in one area which is the business section. London has buildings of all different heights. It was gorgeous though and I really got to see just how big the city is. After visiting the Eiffel Tower and taking 5 billion more pictures we went to find a place to eat. Can I just say ewwww to French food? I mean raw egg? Gross. Who does that? It's bad enough that they don't refrigerate their eggs here but to also serve them raw in restaurants is just gross. Anyway we finally found a place with food suitable enough to eat and fairly easy on the wallet. We ordered chicken with a mushroom cream sauce (yuummmmm) and it came with french fries! The meal also came with dessert, chocolate mousse, which was good but I couldn't finish it. After lunch, we walked to the River Seine and took a lovely little boat cruise and saw most of the major sights. It was quite funny that the boat guide had to speak in 3 different languages each time he described something. He was quite good at that! After the cruise Eleanor wanted to go to Montmartre to see the Sacré Coeur, a really beautiful Catholic church. It's on the highest part of Paris so the view from the top was really nice. I think that the Sacré Coeur is really similar to the Taj Mahal. It looks really out of place in Paris. Inside, the nuns were singing and sounded very lovely. It was a very calming atmosphere (unlike when I first entered Notre Dame, but I’ll describe that later). After the visit to the Sacré Coeur Eleanor and I went and got our first crêpe! I was not impressed with mine. I ordered caramel and didn’t realize until I was almost done with it that the caramel had all sunk to the bottom which just turned into a sticky soggy mess. Yuck. Eleanor ordered a chocolate crêpe and I guess I was under the impression that they’d give something nicer than chocolate syrup! The crêperie in Hampstead (my neighborhood in London) is much better than that and gives Belgian chocolate chips! After that disappointment we went around window shopping and looked at stuff I could never afford and then decided to go to the Arc de Triomphe for a night view of Paris up high. After lots and lots of stairs we made it to the top, and wow. We could see the Eiffel Tower all lit up, and the blur of headlights and tail lights from cars on the streets. It was really just all so beautiful. It’s sort of like a dream where you can hardly believe what you’re doing is real. So after we left the Arc de Triomphe we went to a café near the Louvre so we could have a drink (can you believe it was 5 euros for 10 ounces?!)…which then of course we wanted a dessert which was mmm good and by the time we were done we realized it was almost time for the metro to close so we raced back to the station to get to our hotel.

Day 2: So today we started out late because I am stupid and decided that I should set my alarm for the wrong time (probably due to a lack of sleep combined with sheer exhaustion of being in a new city and touring the entire day). First stop was to get food at the food market we never could find…oh well, so we went to a little French café and I ordered the eggs and ham breakfast with a croissant, coffee and orange juice. Little did I know that when my eggs came out, they would be practically raw!! I am so serious…they were still like jelly- all liquidy on top and the yolk didn’t even look cooked. The waitress never came back (they take an unbelievably long time to check up on you) so I ate the rest of my food (definitely not the eggs, or the ham because it was covered with uncooked eggs), left money on the table and got out of there. First stop after that traumatizing experience: the Louvre! We got in free as the first Sunday of every month is free to all. It was pretty interesting- I’m not a huge art fan but I did get to see the periods of history that I enjoy learning about- the Egyptian era, the Medieval era, and the Renaissance era and got to see the Mona Lisa as well! Not as big as I thought it would be. It was really rather small, but she really does look like she’s staring at you from every angle.We also got to see the Venus de Milo and a head statue from Easter Island. Took lots of pictures of the Louvre and the glass pyramid right outside. There’s also the Arc de Triomphe du Carrousel which is similar to the larger one I had been on the night before. It’s also right in line with the large one so when you look through the arch you see the big one as well as the Concorde. Our destination after the Louvre was to see Notre Dame. We walked along the River Seine to get there and of course stopped off for a crêpe on the way. Pretty sights and yummy food= fun. :) Notre Dame’s famous gargoyles were very small but when I looked at them up close via my camera they were scary looking! Did you know they’re actually passageways to drain water from the roof? Anyway it’s a gorgeous building. Inside was pretty as well but it was sort of creepy! Immediately upon walking in you could hear this horrible angry sounding organist playing a piece that just sounded plain MAD. It was very upsetting- I shouldn’t feel that way when walking into a church. It should be peaceful and uplifting. That was a bit disappointing. Next stop was to try to go to some of the open air flea markets which also never happened. According to my Paris travel book the markets were close to the oldest street in Paris, Rue Mouffetard, which we found but just not the markets. That was sort of disappointing. The street was cute though and was absolutely littered with restaurants and cafés. We decided to eat at one of them and I got the boeuf bourguignon, French onion soup and a chocolate mousse for dessert. Mmmmm. What can I say, I love food! After dinner we went to look at the Concorde, walked up the Champs Élysées and had our last crêpe (with ice cream, mmm) before heading back to the hotel to grab our bags and go back home. So that was about it! It was a gorgeous place and I had a lovely time but it's just one of those places where I wouldn’t be torn up if I never went back. I absolutely recommend seeing it though as it has so many famous places.

Tuesday 16 February 2010

traveling


I am trying to think of something exciting to say, and I really don't have much. I can tell you some weird things I've seen lately. I was going down the stairs into one of the tube stations last week and saw a girl wearing a vest made of bread. Yes, bread. Different kinds all strung up together to form a vest. Today, I saw a car literally covered in grass. It was real. Not lying. Probably electric. I should probably learn not to be surprised by anything these days.

I've done a bit of travelling the past 2 weekends in a row. I went to York on the 7th. I think it's my favourite place of all. It's such a quaint little town right on a river. It's got that old time charm, which I love. I wish I had gone overnight because I didn't get to see everything I wanted to- which could have been because I was stupid and decided to go on a Sunday which is when everything closes early (4:30-5). The train ride was 2 hours, but I sort of like long rides. They're very relaxing and the views of the English countryside are gorgeous. York had a lot to see. When I first got there, I had lunch- bangers and mash. I was actually quite surprised at how much I enjoyed English sausage. Went on a riverboat cruise after that which told a little bit of history on the areas surrounding the river. There were lots of people out rowing, probably for teams, I don't know why else people would be doing that in 35 degree weather. I walked along the river, went to the museum, saw the shambles. It's really just an all around amazing city. It was founded back in 71 AD by the Romans so it has a LOT of history.

Moving on, Saturday I went to Oxford. I wasn't really sure if I was going to enjoy this city, but I did quite a lot. There are SO many colleges that make up part of Oxford University, each and every one absolutely beautiful. It is hard to tell apart the colleges from the churches and some of the colleges are also churches. Oxford too is right along a river and punting is (so I hear) a common sight to see. Nobody was actually punting while I was there. I read it's easy to tip the boat over if you aren't experienced enough and really- who wants to fall in when it's 35 degrees out? The picture at the top is of the boats used to go punting. I think the old wooden ones are the most authentic. For lunch, I went to this great pub called The Turf Tavern and it was the BEST (ps- thank you Lori, if you're reading this). Good beer (who thought I'd ever say that!?), good food and very nice service. I went to Christ Church College which is where parts of the Harry Potter movies were filmed and also played a big role in Alice in Wonderland. That was neat. Right across from the college is the Alice in Wonderland Shop which is where the real Alice bought her candy from.

Sunday, Valentine's Day, I spent the day with myself in a little town on the very southernmost part of England called Brighton. Brighton is right on the shore and I'm sure it's lovely in the summer. Unfortunately, it was not on Sunday- way too foggy. Very pretty town though and very hilly. I didn't do much, just walked along the shore and went to the North & South Laines. Both were full of cafes, jewelery stores, clothes and shoe shops, candy shops and antique and secondhand shops. That's pretty much all I did. I guess I was tired. Brighton has this huge pier, called Brighton Pier, that has lots of junk food stores, an arcade, and lots of fair rides. I walked along that which was kind of nice.

So, kiddies, that's about all I have for now.

Until next time,
Britt


Monday 8 February 2010

my address

Just in case anybody wants to write me, here's my address:

4 Essex Court
Hampstead High Street
London
Nw3 1RG
United Kingdom

Tuesday 2 February 2010

slacker

So I've sort of been slacking off on blogging. Obviously. I definitely had maybe one too many drinks tonight. Seriously though, now I feel just plain tired. But I will try to recount the past couple days.

Apparently finding Italian sausage in this city is like trying to find a needle in a haystack. It just doesn't happen. Grocery stores don't sell it. At all. Instead, they sell nasty crap like haggis. If you don't know what that is, well you're in luck because I'm going to tell you. It's a mixture of sheep's heart, lungs, and liver minced together. If that doesn't sound appetizing, how about the fact that it's cooked in a sheep's stomach? Mmm yum. My mouth is watering. I complain about not being able to find any Italian sausage but I'm sure that if I could actually find an Italian market or delicatessen I'd be able to get some. But since google maps sucks and I can't navigate myself around this city worth crap I'll probably never be able to find any.

I'm sort of lonely here. It's insane to be in a completely different country without...well, anybody. I always thought I could be one of those people who would get along just fine even if they had no friends or maybe just very little, but apparently I was wrong. It helped that this weekend I was able to hang with my flatmates for a bit. Eleanor and I went to the cinema (don't call it the movie theatre!) on Friday and we saw Up in the Air. I'd actually recommend it. The movie was a twist from the usual happily ever after movies that are always in theatres. Saturday I went on a lovely 6 mile walk through the Capital Ring walk route of London. What a nice day it was! I was hoping maybe I'd meet some people my age, but no, I meet people like...3 times my age? Oh well, they were nice anyway. People are people, right? We went to the pub afterwards where I got my usual- a Bulmer's Pear which is my favorite cider here. I also tried lamb (ew) and goats milk cheese (not bad). I'm expanding my tastes! When I got home, Eleanor invited me to go out with her, my other flatmate Vera, and their mutual friend Heidi to a pub so that was nice to do. I had potato and leek soup at the pub (and another cider) and it was quite tasty. How exciting to say that English food tasted good! The cider was a different brand and it was...sweet. I couldn't even finish it. Sunday I did some shopping. Believe it or not, I'd been in London 3 weeks and hadn't done any shopping! Got some cute shirts, a scarf, and other lovely things for £23! Not bad.

It's been a little more than a week since the extreme stress of my internship started taking toll. My site supervisor had a chat with my adviser back at ECU so by the time I went to my weekly meeting last Wednesday, my site supervisor had a whole bunch of relevant projects for me to complete for my internship. Thanks, Dr. Burke! So I've got some pretty cool projects as well as some I'm not so interested in but I can see a point to this now and am happy. Tomorrow is the day of our next weekly meeting so I'm a bit nervous and a bit excited about that. I've been brainstorming and thinking up goals, objectives, and aims for each project as well as my internship as a whole. I'm on the ball!

I got to see my Uncle Bobby this morning! He got into London last night and for some god forsaken reason decided that 8am would be a great time to get together, meaning I'd have to wake up at 7. I said yes because he's my uncle and of course I'd want to see him, but I NEVER wake up at 7 let alone 8. Try 9! It was nice to get to talk to him though, especially since he knew all the problems and oddities of London since he's encountered them all numerous times! For example, I still forget which way to look when crossing the road! If the spot where the road meets the sidewalk didn't say "Look Right" or "Look Left" I'd be dead. Literally. Glad to know that he still has the same problem and he's been to London more times than even he probably knows. He travels here something like every couple months it seems. We also talked about great places to go around Europe and England. He talked about York being a great city to travel. Nothing like old city England he says. It was discovered by the Romans in 71 AD and many of the buildings still date back to the 14th century. Unfortunately we could only talk for an hour as he had a client to see soon thereafter.

After breakfast with Uncle B, I walked to the LSHTM and decided (instead of doing work; not like I had much to do anyways) to look up rates of travel. I can get tickets on the Eurostar from London to Amsterdam for £60! That was exciting. the Eurostar is supposed to be great, it supposed to be one of those things you have to do, no questions asked. So I've decided to travel to Amsterdam...one day. I also checked tickets for York, which surprisingly were the exact same price as the Eurostar even though I'm traveling within the same country. How does that make sense? Oh and the cheapest tickets were for Sunday. So guess what I'm doing Sunday? GOING TO YORK!! Not exactly sure what to do yet. Definitely going to look at some of the old buildings, York Minster, museums, river cruise, and who knows what else.

Okay well that pretty much sums up life for now!

Until next time,
Britt

ps. if anybody wants to leave any comments, they can! (if anybody actually reads this)

Thursday 28 January 2010

A guy and his dog

I saw the best sight on the tube this morning. Some guy had brought his dog onto the train! The funniest part? The dog had it's own seat while others had to stand up. Needless to say the guy and his dog were not getting happy looks from the people who were standing. I had to try so hard not to laugh. That totally made my morning :)

Sunday 24 January 2010

The move

Yesterday was the day I moved out of Dorothy and Alan's house in Princes Risborough and into Hampstead in London. I was quite sad to leave and I think they were a bit disappointed too.

Luckily, because I'm a smartie, I had already taken some of my luggage to the new place so I didn't have to carry around too much for the move. It was still one very very heavy thing to drag around and I am thankful for all the nice guys who asked if I needed help up and down the stairs in the underground because I sure as heck did. So the train from Princes Risborough left at 2:06 and I got into London at 3, dragged my stuff into the underground. I like the way that sounds... into the underground. Okay, sorry, anyways I had found out last week that there were going to be some major workings done on the tube lines and that many of them were inoperable in spots. Well could you take a guess at which one wasn't working? Mine? Pretty much. I was able to take the tube to a certain point but then I had to drag my luggage out of the building and over to the bus stop so they could finish the route.

Eventually I made it to my stop, and walked onto the main road (Hampstead High Street) which was packed with people. The street is so cute. It's lined with lots of stores, a fruitstand!!!, and a quite a bit of restaurants. The flat is also pretty nice. There's no lounge, unfortunately, but it has a kitchen, bathroom, separate toilet, a kitchen table in the hallway area, and 3 bedrooms. Mine is very TINY. I can deal with that no problem though. It's not like I have a lot of belongings. From the window in my room, I can see part of Hampstead High Street which is neat, although I've noticed that it can get pretty loud and I hear almost everything on the street-cars and people. I think the windows are paper thin. The kitchen has everything but a dishwasher which I can deal with. It also has...get this...a 2 in 1 washer and dryer! I am totally psyched about that. Who knew they made such things? I did a load of clothes last night, and it goes through it's cycles and when it turns off, your clothes are dry- no switching of clothes from one machine to another, no forgetting about your clothes in the washer and then when you need them they're still wet, and no pressing buttons to change from washer to dryer. Lovely.

After I dragged my crap inside, I left to explore the street and look for a grocery store. It's really quite a lovely area (as I'd been told). Only problem was at that point is was 4:40 and most shops close at 5. Can you believe on a Saturday shops closing at 5? Such a bummer... I walked into a couple stores just to have a look around. Everything here is just so expensive so I haven't bought anything for myself yet. Eventually I came across a grocery store. Their stores are so weird. All their fruits and vegetables are packed in bags or plastic containers which is odd to me. Even bananas are wrapped in plastic. Why? Groceries here are really cheap (except probably not if I converted the price into US dollars). I'm excited about finding weird British recipes to cook.

My flatmates are quite nice. Eleanor works at the same school where I'm interning. She seems a bit quiet or shy, I'm not sure which yet. The other isn't either and she'll talk a lot. I have trouble understanding her accent. Last night we were talking and had mentioned that Eleanor might not be around saturday. She said that Eleanor's friend was around, but because of her accent I heard that Eleanor's friend had drowned, so I'm like oh no that's horrible! She looked at me funny and then I realized that wasn't what she meant. Ha! At least it was funny. Aren't accents just great?

So today is my day to explore Hampstead. I'm planning to go to Hampstead Heath which is supposed to be gorgeous.

Until next time,
Britt

Thursday 21 January 2010

Differences between the US and the UK

I decided to make a list of some of the differences between the US and UK. Some are pretty crazy.

  • They drive on the left side of the road
  • The drivers seat is on the right side of the car
  • They call the yellow traffic light amber
  • They call flashlights "torches"
  • They call underwear "pants"
  • They call pants "trousers"
  • The bathroom to them is literally a room with a bath. If you need to go to the bathroom, ask for the toilet or loo.
  • They call vacations "holidays"
  • To say you are pissed means that you are drunk
  • In some toilets, the toilet paper is dispensed like tissues.
  • Their verbs are a bit different. For example, they say, "England are the best team."
  • They use the 24 hour clock
  • If you're talking about a place and where it is located, UK says "The grocery store is in Oxford Street" where we would say it's on Oxford Street
  • If you talk about an accommodation, you are ALWAYS talking about a place to live or stay.
  • You throw something away in the "bin"
  • They switch the month and day around in their dates. For example, my birthday would look like 19/07/1988.
  • Chips are called "crisps" and french fries are called "chips"
  • Flavour, colour, neighbourhood, organisation, co-ordinate, recognise. Those are just some of the spelling differences
  • Traffic lights go from yellow to red to yellow to green.
  • When you walk into a building, you are on the "ground floor." The floor above that is the first floor.
  • The elevator is called the "lift"
  • We say: "I'll think about that." They say: "I'll have a think about it."
  • Measurements of course. I can't even get into those.
  • If you get a pint, like at the pub, you are actually getting 20 ounces, not 16 ounces.

I'm sure I've left out something obvious but that's the list I've come up with so far...

Update on London? I move into my new place in London on Saturday! The commute to the LSHTM should now be 25 minutes instead of 1.5-2 hours. Yay! I'm having internship troubles... we're trying to get that fixed so I might have a post soon that will explain what's going on. I don't want to say anything too soon. But if you want to know, I am absolutely stressed. Okay, enough of that. It's bedtime!

Until next time,
Britt