Only one more hour until I meet Mom and Dad at the St. Clements bus stop! It is a surprisingly beautiful day here in Oxford...nothing like my first day here when it was cold and cloudy. I had expected rain today but it looks as though mom and dad might get a good taste of beautiful Oxford.
Needless to say, I'm am so excited 1. about my parents first trip to Europe and 2. the fact that I'm having visitors...I am a person who need my time just for me- but a week of that has been plenty and it will be nice to finally share some of my experience with family. No matter how great blogs or pictures...nothing can really replace the experience of walking through the streets here and just soaking it all in - in person.
Ryan's parents arrived the other day and Kristie and I tagged along to show them around the city. I guess this was my practice run for being the tour guide for my family. We had a good time and it was neat to see their excitement about everything. I'm jealous because they are going to Dublin! and I don't think I'm going to make it to Ireland this time around. I suppose living with an Irish guy will have to do for now....
Its surprising how much I've learned about the school, the buildings, the architects, the history- I guess part of that is the result of trying to write about things here for family back home- Last night I joined Ryan and his father and Kristie and her boyfriend Tyler in an evening at The Turf Pub....it really is one of the coolest pubs here I think- if you didn't know where it was you would never find it because it is at the end of this long little alley and not really marked at all. It was my first night in a while to just walk around Oxford at night- since I've gotten my bike I guess I haven't walked much anywhere. I wonder if I'm just getting used to living in such a beautifully unique place. Perhaps the next few days with my parents will allow me to re-appreciate it all as I try to share it with them.
The next few days will be interesting just to see how we react as a family travelling abroad. hah. Sometimes I just laugh thinking about us....and we haven't even started yet. Those of you who know my family well- know exactly why.
We plan to go to Belgium to see the battlefield where my grandfather fought in Bastogne...and we plan to see Phantom of the Opera in London (because I couldn't resist it being Mom's favorite movie)......so they are excited about that...but I am most of all excited about Mom cooking for me tonight and tomorrow. That is all I really want. I have been missing them and it will be good just to visit.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Finally, Visitors for Me
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NO offense whatsoever meant by this comment - I love your mom to death - but just picturing her in England really has me cracking up! :) I hope you guys have a great time!!
well...mom is taking it alllll in...she loved the stained glass in Christchurch College...and I think we will have 1000 pictures by..oh, say tomorrow.
That is so funny. Good luck! When I was in Germany Whitney's parents came to visit for a week halfway through. I remember that it was fun on the one hand, but sort of frustrating on the other because you have spent weeks now on your own living in Europe and suddenly you are thrown into tourist mode with people who are seeing EVERYTHING for the first time!
Oh Jennifer, this is the first time in a WHILE that I have been able to catch up on your life in Oxford and let me just say that I LOVE what you have going here ;). What a picturesque little blog you have my dear. It is so tidy, visually appealing and English-y (?). Being a graphic design major, I obviously notice these things. But being an English minor (the language, unfortunately, not the country ;) I must say that I also love the content. You descibe your adventures beautifully. And I am also quite interested in hearing of your tales from your parents' visit. No doubt there will be many amusing stories to tell! haha. Keep up the good work my dear, the world is eager to hear of your days in England.
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