Happy Halloween...

This morning, it was cloudy and blustry outside, but still quite nice. I tumbled out the door and went for a nice run exploring new running routes and new parts of Nottingham (or Aspley and Strelley as the case maybe). I found a few new sports grounds and parks which aren't too far away and will prove useful for grass running, instead of hard pavement. It didn't really hit me that it was Halloween until I saw a huge black cat sitting on a fence next to the path. Huh, how appropriate. A couple miles later, I saw a sign for the parish church and remembered that Mark had mentioned the church in Strelley so I made my way towards it. It was a beautiful old church, or at least it had been beautiful in its day. There was a newer addition to the building that was in sharp contrast to the gothic style of the church and the older part of the church had had the windows cemented shut and barbed wire added to the edge of the roof. Needless to say, it looked pretty unfriendly. Oddly enough, the sign was well kempt and proclaimed that Eucharist still went on at 10:3o every Sunday. The graves in the church yard turned out to not be that old, dating back only until 1830. The most recent grave was from 1979. (OK, I realize that 1830 was a while ago, but by British standards, that is quite modern) Anyway, I went on my way and finished my run just as it started to rain. A good start to the day.

Psych lecture was fine, but meeting up with Em and Mar in the beautiful Art History building afterwards was much better. I also discovered that the cafe there makes a wonderful mocha. This may have to become a Tuesday tradition. With several topics discussed and two chapters of Oakland's book read, I made my way home in one of the sunny patches of weather. (It tends to change from rainy, cloudy, sunny, and windy - and sometimes all at once - several times each hour). Somehow the rest of the afternoon slipped by and it was time for dinner with our guest lecturer. The guest of the evening was Hetain Patel. He was absolutely fascinating to listen to. He is a British Indian artist who is the current resident artist at UNott. His website is definitely worth checking out:
http://www.hetainpatel.com
It was incredible to be around art that isn't perfectly streamlined with society's ideal of what art should be. It also reminded me that I haven't seen Kim dance in a very, very long time. This is a problem that should soon be remedied. Mom? Dad? We'll have to work on that. The irony of the day was when I was in the Art History building, I was walking to the bathroom and stopped to admire a photograph on the wall near the gallery. It was an artistically posed shot of a man with henna painted on his head and shoulders. I was impressed, but moved on and thought nothing more of it. Tonight, I realized and learned that that piece was indeed by Hetain Patel and the subject of the photo was the artist himself. Neat.

After the lecture, the group tried to figure out some basic plans for Christmas Holiday. It didn't work. Now that everyone is a bit stressed and entirely bored with the logistics of anything having to do with travel, we are finally trying to finish our journals and chronologies for Mark and Carol. Blargh. So, I'm off to work on a bit more homework before bed. Goodnight all.

Same trip, 36 years later...

The Lake District was beautiful {See new photos on Picasa web page... the link is right... there -->). After hiking across mountains, all the while seeking out sheep, National Trust houses, and dry places to sit while listening to lectures and Wordsworth poems, the group survived, had a good time, and came home a tired bunch. Ironically, we were more rested after the trip than the morning we left for the trip (Brandon's 21st birthday was the night before, we will leave it at that). Be that as it may, returning home was nice. It's official, the flat has become home.

As soon as the coach arrived in front of the flat, Kevin and I raced to the computers. Within a few seconds, we were yelling in celebration... the Luther Cross Country team succeeded in being CONFERENCE CHAMPS!!! Both the norsewomen and the norsemen beat Wartburg. All seven of the varsity women had stunning performances and finished in the top 15 - making the entire varsity squad All-Conference performers. What an honor. Needless to say, for the next hour, I was obsessed with checking the results and looking at friends pictures from the race, the award ceremony and the after party. Congrats Norse!

After I read my other emails, I learned that 36 years ago, a certain someone visited the Lake District with her sisters. It turns out that they too went to Grasmere and Windemere. They also stayed in a B&B and had some rather excellent gingerbread. Honestly, that's a little creepy Mom, we did all of that. I think it's kinda neat that I retraced my Mom's steps and at the same age.

Anyway, there isn't much else to tell. We visited William Wordsworth's home in Grasmere and we hiked. It was rather wet, as it always is in the Lake District, but that didn't manage to dampen our spirits. The paths were more often more like streams than walkways, but it was all in good fun. Along the foot paths, we stopped often to rest or take pictures. At the end of the day, Mark and Carol guessed we walked about ten miles. It was hard to believe that we had gone that far, but I guess if you are walking all day, it is pretty easy to get into the double digits. Fortunately, on Sunday, we had perfect weather for the hike. While we were hiking, we had a picnic lunch. We tend to that a lot, I like it much better than guided tours in touristy places. Good job Mark and Carol. After the picnic lunch, Mark lectured, Carol read literature aloud to us, and Brandon recited a poem. It was the epitome of a liberal arts education. Nice work Luther. Oh, and it conveniently happened that we happened to go to the Lake District at halfterm... so all of the hostels were full. Shoot, we stayed in a really nice B&B. It was rather fantastic. Down comforters on the beds, amazing french style breakfasts, and ensuite bathrooms all added to the cozy atmosphere of the quaint building.

After booking tickets to and from London for Mar, Em, Anna and myself, it is time to go to bed...

Tomorrow is Halloween, but I'm not sure if too many people will actually be dressed for the occasion in lecture tomorrow. Our flat is void of pumpkins and there will be no trick-or-treating... just the first of the subtly different schedule of Holidays in England. Be sure to eat some candy corn for me...

Thinking of Iowa...

As I sit in the Library, trying to study, my mind keeps wandering back to Luther. Mainly the Luther XC team since the Conference Championship meet is tomorrow. Over the past two months, I have been checking the results online, emailing and facebooking with much of the team and occasionally talking to them on the phone... needless to say, it has been hard. The women (and men) have been doing such a great job this season, times have been dropping, they have been running strong, and now all that is left is the Championship races.

I guess all that is left is to say is:

Here's to you ladies...
Tomorrow will be a great day.

Salvidor Dali...

About time...

This is the Dali I was talking about.

I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did (and do).

I would also like to point out that tonight's dinner started just before six and the lecture did not conclude until after 9:30PM. Needless to say, the roomies (soon followed by the rest of the flat) ended the night with chocolate and wine. Life is good.

Good night kittens, good night mittens. Good night knitting, good night chair.

Good night moon.

Chatsworth and time flying...

Sunday proved to be an interesting day. Chatsworth was great, but more importantly, the flatmates figured out a lot about eachother and I can honestly say, now, that I think that we are all the better for it. Either way, Chatsworth (one of the homes of the Duke and Duchess of Devonshire) was a good experience. The house was entirely too elaborate for my taste, but it was interesting to see all of the artifacts and artwork that was contained in the house. The wanderings in the park/forest before lunch was also nice, a bit muddy, but nice. The entire forest and landscape surrounding the house had been designed by Capability Brown (a landscape architecht in the 1700's). The artificial lakes and aqueduct were all quite pleasing to the eye, but my favorite part was finally seeing some fall color. England doesn't quite do fall colour like the midwest. This is the most color I have seen yet, and apparently, the most I will see.

After a delicious lunch at a charming tea house in the village, we walked back to the house. Along the way, we saw the beginning of a hunt. (It would have been a fox hunt, but that isn't exactly legal now) The Duchess of Devonshire was there to send off the riders and we exhibited our best impersonation of tourists by taking tons of pictures. Here are a few:

The man in the red jacket blew the hunting horn and they were off. We followed at a much slower pace and made our way to the house for the tour. By the time we were ready to explore the gardens, it had started pouring. What's new? We went out in the rain and got wet. It was worth it. There is a special display of dozens of famous modern sculptures throughout the extensive gardens. We had a fun time sloshing through the puddles, taking pictures of the priceless works of art while trying to shield our precious cameras from the raindrops and noting places that were in the new version of "Pride and Prejudice". My favorite sculpture was by Salvidor Dali. I think it can explain itself.

OK, well, I can't get it to upload, but I will eventually post it on my Picasa page.

After a trek back to the cars, we tried to dry off on the long ride home. Once we were wrapped up in sweatshirts and thick socks, we settled in for another relaxing night. Suddenly, it is Tuesday night and the dinner bell just rang. Again. Where did the last two days go? Classes have been good and running has been great, but it is insane how fast the time flies. Ok, Mark and Carol are calling us, time to go to dinner/class.

What a weekend...

Where to start? The past 24 hours have been pretty amazing. Friday evening started out poorly when Mark gave us a long lecture about 'grand homes' and their respective gardens and surrounding grounds. After the lecture ran late, Mary threw together a phenomenal dinner. Things were looking up. We had penne pasta with freshly made pesto (fresh basil, pinenuts, olive oil, sundried tomatoes and parmesean cheese), a crispy baguette, and brownies served warm with icecream and chocolate and toffee sauce. Completely satisfied, we all settled in for a bit of downtime. I took an unexpected nap down in the library while talking with Mary and Kev, but soon, once we were all awake, we decided to go out for the evening.

Everyone, except Anna who is still battling with sickness, went out. We headed down to Lace Market at went to the Tantra Lounge. It was busy, but relaxed. The eight of us found a plush couch/cushiony area to sit and chatted for a bit. Aaron had to leave because of an early morning engagement, so our number was down to seven. From Tantra, we walked to Pitcher & Piano. This bar is actually a beautiful old church that has been converted into a very chic hot spot for young people on the weekends. Oh, and I should redefine young people. The age of going out people here is not 21-25, but something closer to 18-30ish. It is nice to see such an array of people when you go out. Anyway, even though the bar is in a church and it feels a bit wrong, it is a really fun place that all of us will end up back at. We stayed there for some time... we ran into some friends that Anna had made a couple weeks ago and met some new friends as well. Time flew by, at some later hour that I will not disclose, we left to head to one last place. Dogma was our last stop and it proved to be just what we needed. The first floor was a lounge area, the ground floor a bar, and the basement a disco. We stayed at the bar for all of two seconds and headed downstairs to dance. Mary, Em, Kev, Brandon and myself danced for who knows how long. Finally, for the sake of our ears and the girls feet (we were all in high heels), we decided to head home.

After walking to city centre and learning that a taxi will not hold seven people, especially when driving way up to Aspley (Where? Aspley? No we don't go that far), we finally found a van taxi, told the driver we only had six people and were on our way home. Once in the door, we walked up the stairs, looked through the pictures from the evening and headed for bed.

This morning... OK, this afternoon, I awoke to the phone ringing. As the phone usually only rings when Mark calls, a sense of dread rose from the pit of my stomach. I had horrible visions of more homework or some ridiculous request... fortunately, it was the program friend David Juggins. We had planned to go to the Forest game today which started at three, but we learned from David that we should leave no later than one. It was 12:30 when I woke up. One hour later, eight of us tumbled out the door with wet hair (from showering and getting ready quickly) and sandwiches in our hands. We made our way down to the city grounds.

After walking from the last tram stop towards the grounds, we became part of a rush of people and traffic moving towards the stadium. Vendors sold HAM burgers and chips, cheeseburgers, brats, and other sporting event foods, some sold scarves, flags and jerseys... the excitement was rising as young people (the ones NOT wearing jerseys) chanted insulting (to the opposing team) cheers as they paraded through the crowds. We finally qued (que means line, que takes all forms of the english language possible... que, qued, queing, etc.) for tickets. At only ten pounds, we were thrilled. We made our way around to the back side of the stadium and climed to our seats. There is not a bad seat in the house. The stadium was not packed, but still had atleast 15,000 fans. We reached out seats just in time to see the kickoff.

Bristol City vs. Nottingham Forest. The game was, for the lack of a better word, intense. We cheers and gasped in all the right places. Were appalled at some of the ref's calls and wondered at the words of the sing song cheers echoing across the stadium from the 'Trent End' and the visitor end. The Forest scored the only goal of the game early on, on a direct penalty kick. It was the perfect shot. The footwork and endurance of the players was something like I have never seen before. Football here is a lifestyle. (If you have to wonder if football is soccer or not, just remind yourself that the US is the only nation that calls the mindless - and boring - game of pigskin 'football' and the game I am talking about actually involves people using their feet to maneuver a ball). The fans, the teammates, the sponsors. The energy in the stadium is entirely focused on the game. Few people leave thier seats for beer or food or bathroom breaks. No food vendors wander the stairs selling popcorn, Coke, or hotdogs. There is no announcer commentating on the game constantly. There is no scoreboard and no instant replay and especially no jumbotron. It was simply football.

Nottingham Forest won and the fans cheered. We waited to leave and followed the crowds through the streets. Before we were too far away from the stadium, but far enough that the bobbies and police weren't around anymore, a fight broke out. The fight turned into a bit of a riot... and well... after several chairs flew through the air and a great deal of glass was shattered, police arrived from all over running, by van, and on horseback. To those of you that are concerned, I was atleast 200 meters away from the action and surrounded by other people who were avoiding the violence as well... most importantly, Kevin, Brandon, Aaron and Ryan were near by and were ready to save the ladies if it came to that. Boys are good for that when you're in strange places. Anyway, it broke up quickly enough and we were able to pass to makeour way back home.

After all of that excitement, I am at home, in my PJ's, on the computer. I had wonderful left overs for dinner and icecream for desert. Life is good. Tomorrow we head out to Chatsworth for a visit to the Lake District. Another fun filled day of education. Woo. As for now, I'm off to chat with a friend on Skype and then Dad. Oh, and Kev is working on cookies in the kitchen so we can have a snack for our movie night. Sleep tight and enjoy the rest of your weekends!

Robin Hood Pub Golf...

Wow.

What an evening.

A decent day of classes and then an evening of fun. Cross country was excellent. I got the chance to see almost all of Wollaton Park (and the deer in rutting season, a bit scary) and run with fun people. The day was concluded with an excellent dinner, courtesy of Em, Ryan and myself (Curried chicken and rice with naan and mango mousse). Soon after, Kev and I headed out for the XC social. After a rousing round of pub golf we headed to Isis. Overall it was a really enjoyable evening. Upon returning to Aspley, I had a good bonding session with Brando, Kev, Mary and Em. Now, at entirely too late of an hour, it is time for bed. Good night, sleep tight, and I'll talk to you all soon.

Cheers,

Hil

Tuesdady night class...

At 6:00pm our class began.
It is now 9:13pm and our guest speakers are still here.
Granted our speakers did not arrive until after dinner had concluded, but the dinner with Mark and Carol was basically class. As usual. Not to complain, but there you have it.
(Don't worry, the students were dismissed. It's time for adult talk. We are all gratefully hiding in our rooms, the basement or the kitchen cupboard... We wouldn't be rude. That's not what we do.)

Today was the third lecture for Cognitive Psychology. It was nice to be in a lecture and realize that I may acutally be in the right major. Not only did I know enough background information to breeze through the lecture, but I actually enjoyed it and eagerly lapped up the new material. After lecture I signed up for tutorials (the first is on the 27th and the rest will be held fortnightly until the conclusion of term). Much to my surprise, we have more than five books out of which we are to read several chapters prior to discussioni in tutorials. Apparently they do study over here. I am optimistic and hope that I will enjoy the impending reading.

Tonight, the agenda includes more homework, journaling, triming Kevin's hair, planning meals for the next two weeks and procrastinating, as usual. Another side note, bunches of people have been getting Skype so they can talk to all of their crazy friends that are abroad. It is really nice to hear familiar voices from thousands of miles away. Anyway, back to the books. Goodnight.

girls night in...

On Friday, after a sumptuous dinner of leftovers, the group headed out to The Lion, David Juggins' favorite pub. (Dave and Kate Juggins are long time friends of the program...) The music of the evening was a live jazz band that proved to be more loud than musical, but it was good fun none the less. As the night wore on, Kate and Anna headed out for a late night on the town and the rest of us made our way back to the flat.

Soon, a batch of chocolate chip cookies was baking in the oven and we were chatting about anything and everything. Suddenly, this morning at 4:30, the few that were still awake realized we should probably grab a few hours of sleep. A few hours soon turned into a solid slumber. The girls of the back corner room (Mary, Em, and myself) didn't wake up, or get up anyway, until around noon. Once we had all checked our email, had breakfast, checked facebook, showered, and read eachother's blogs, we decided we should leave for the day of shopping we had been planning for so long. Ironically, Aaron and Kevin were more excited about shopping than we were. None the less, we all managed to find something to eagerly pour our money into.

We made our way home and crashed for a few minutes. As the dinner was being made, I had the chance to hide out in our room and talk to Dad for a solid hour and a half. When I say talk, I mean video conference. The technology is ridiculous. Thanks to Skype, we talked to eachother through our computers (the audio fidelity was exceptional and the video wasn't bad either) from across an ocean for free. It blows my mind. (A side note, two days ago, Kevin, Brandon and I - all on seperate computers in the flat - talked to two of our friends who are studying in Lugano, Switz. and Dar es Salaam. It was a five way conference call. Again, on Skype, and it was free. Who would have thought?) Anna brought me dinner, so I enjoyed pizza while I chatted with Dad, it was pretty nice.

The boys headed out to hear a live jazz performance at a pub near the city centre (all except for Brandon who was at his first choir concert for St. Mary's). The girls had our first night in together. We settled in to watch Amelie with a nice cup of tea. I had forgotten how good that movie is. Maybe I am just a bit older and just maybe, I understood it all a bit better. Either way, it was a good night. Now, for the first time in a while, I'm heading to bed before midnight. Tomorrow, the group is singing an offertory at church (the Lutheran church next door). It is the least we can do for them letting us use the flat and church hall. We will see how singing goes as half of the group seems to be sick. Either way, the congregation will no doubt appreciate the young voices.

Oh, and after checking the results of the Jim Drews and Tori Newbauer Invite at UW LaCrosse, I was amazed! The Norse are having a great season. I am so proud of all of the Norsewomen and the Norse Horses... the PR's and improvements from last year, last month and last week are fantastic. Congrats ladies and men!

As for now, I'm headed to bed. Good night, sleep tight and sweet dreams.

A rainy day to commemorate a month in the UK...

It's official, the 2006-2007 Notters have been here for more than a month. In some respects, it seems like we have been here for longer, but somehow it still seems like we just arrived. Yesterday prooved to be a typical English day. Mark and Aaron went grocery shopping in the early hours of the morning so that Aaron could get to class on time and I could get the beef stew started before I left for class as well. Of course, five minutes after Mark and Aaron left, I realized that I had not put one thing on the list... beef. So, since Mark didn't take his cell with him, I biked to the nearest grocery and picked up 10 pounds (pounds as in money, not weight) worth of steak (they don't believe in any other kind here) and biked to John and Margarets to pick up onions, carrots, potatoes, and several other bunches of fresh produce. On my awkward bike home, I somehow managed to stay upright and arrived safely at our front door. I began the beef stew and got ready for class. Just as I was walking out the door, Mark and Aaron came in the door with all of the groceries. They had been gone for more than three hours. Needless to say, Aaron looked a little harried.

Mary, Aaron and I were all heading to main campus for Islamic Tradition, and it was late enough that we knew a bus wouldn't get us there in time, so we biked. Half-way to Jubilee Campus, it started to sprinkle, so we parked our bikes at Jubilee and decided to take the 'Hopper Bus' from Jubilee to Park (main) Campus. Unfortunately, it was not our day. The bus driver didn't seem to want to go anywhere, so after ten minutes of sitting on the bus, we decide to bike the rest of the way to class since it was about to start. We start out and immediately, it starts to pour. At first it is slightly funny, but soon we were completely drenched. We walk into class as it was starting (perfectly timed so that all of the class could see how ridiculous we looked) and sat through class with steam rising off of our clothes. Aaron stayed for baseball (which we later learned that they practiced sliding in the rain... so he was covered in mud and soaked), and Mary had to go to basketball at Jubilee, so Mary and I rode back towards home in the rain. We were cruising along, excited to be inside and in dry clothes, when Mary crossed a side street. When she was in the middle of the road, I saw a white truck speeding right for her. I yelled. The driver slammed on his breaks. Mary swerved. I played out the worst possible senario in my mind and slammed on my breaks. Mary scraped by and made it to the other side safely. I somehow was so worried about Mary that I forgot I was riding a bike. I ended up halfway on the ground... somehow. I was fine. Mary was fine. So, after seeing her life flash before her and coming out safely, Mary and I rode to Jubilee. She went to her basketball game and I rode the rest of the way home.

After drying off and warming up with a cup of tea, courtesy of Kate, I started cooking again. The beef stew was easy enough, but the pumpkin pie proved to be more difficult than anticipated as the British are too good for canned pumpkin. Emily and I dealt with what we had and cooked two whole pumpkins and made pumpkin pie from scratch, in it's truest sense. Much to our surprise and delight, it turned out very well. After dinner, I stayed in the kitchen to clean up. I also baked some little treats with the left over pie crust and made frosting to go along with. Then, Mary started making the lasagne for tonight, so I helped with that. Then, Kevin started baking. By the end of the night, Mary and I were sitting on the kitchen floor with her computer planning out our Christmas and Spring Holidays. It was exciting to realize just how much we could do in seven weeks of European travel.

We tried to go to bed at a reasonable hour, but after baking, cooking, doing dishes, and planning our breaks, we decided we should rig up a drying rack in our room as our jeans were still wet after three days of hang drying in our room. After fifteen minutes of climbing on furniture and trying to remember boyscout knots, we had a pretty effective clothes line across our room. Twice. Dad, you would be proud, it is so high that we can walk under it without running into clothes (don't worry i took a picture for you... check your email). Much later we finally stopped talking and went to bed. After a leisurly morning, it is unfortunately time to start the weekly paper.

A brief visit to Northern Wales...

On Friday, we left long before any classes started at the University. We all missed our first Friday classes of the semester, a great impression on our professors, that's for sure. A long drive, many reluctantly listened to lectures later, and after half of a day in Chester, the group arrived in Wales. The city walls proved to be good for walking at night and observing the full moon, the castle, and the occasional boat going in and out of the estuary. The first morning started with an excellent Austrian style breakfast (meusli, croissants, pain au chocolate, fruit, sliced meat, cheese, juice, tea, hard rolls, and various other breakfast foods). We were also treated to a lecture from Llewelyn Groom, a Welsh/English historian. Llewelyn also took us through Conwy Castle, sharing with us numerous stories and accounts of the history that we could have found no where else.

We spent most of our time in Conwy, but took a day trip to Llandudno (pronounced Clon-dude-no). There, we perused the shops, took a tram/cable car to the top of the Great Orne, hiked the long way back to town and finished the day with my group managing to pick the worst restaraunt. Ever. The experience became comical - no one could actually believe how bad it was. Many laughs later, we returned to Conwy and returned to the city walls. We met up with the rest of the group and sat for hours, the boys had cigars, the girls shared drinks. Once again, we watched the moon peak through the clouds and this time, the stars were out. After a great evening, we returned to our accomodations. The youth hostel was serenly set amongst the hills of Conwy and overlooked the estuary and peninsula. Although hostels are much different than any accomodations that anyone is used to, the group has grown accustomed to them and we are all starting to like the simple accomodations which force us to explore our surroundings, rather than sit inside and watch television or get lost infront of a computer screen.

Today was breathtaking. Words simply cannot do this place justice. I have posted an excessive amount of pictures on my photo page, so take the time to look at a few of those. I started the day with a long run out of Conwy and across the estuary onto the peninsula and back. It was wonderful to watch the town wake up and see the tide sweep across the sand. After another pleasant breakfast, our time was spent hiking and mountain climbing, traversing grassy hills and scaling rocky cliffs overhanging the sea (not really Mom, we were safe... most of the time), meandering through sheep and Shetland ponies that were munching on heather and thistle, and most importantly, enjoying our surroundings.

Now that we are back in the hustle and bustle of the city, we have all become attached to our computers. Tomorrow we return to class and the public transit of Nottingham. For tonight, I will leave you all with a picture of Llandudno and the Irish Sea.

Something a little different...

Slowly, the persistant wind has forced itself in through the cracks and the room is now cooling quickly. Outside, the lights of Conwy twinkle in the cold, almost crystaline, air. Some play cards, others are writing, and a few haphazardly watch a movie in the background. Of all the students, one sits apart, gazing into the blustry darkness, contemplating the profound differences between the throbbing metropolis of Nottingham and the ancient Welsh town of Conwy; occasionally jotting down a phrase or two to trigger memories, years down the road.

The day began with the students resisting the shock brought by the cold air outside the warmth of the bed sheets. Somehow, all nine managed to shower, pack their belongings, and ingest a meager breakfast in a single hour. Few paid attention as an excited professor told of the glory and wealth of centuries past at the day's destinations. The miles flew by as the coach driver careened through the buzzing traffic on the motorways and then through narrow country lanes.

Once in Chester, not quite in Wales, the group hurridly followed their leader to the cathedral refactory for lunch, oblivious to the cultural differences and wealth of history around them. Finally seated with their steaming plates of sustenance, the students began to appreciate their surroundings. The repair work in the great hall was properly done on the raised abbot's dining platform, but what peaked the students' interest was the carved inscriptions below each refurbished bit of the old cathedral. The workers had painstakingly chipped away at the stones to script dedications and commemorations as they improved their place of worship, work, and residence.

The appropriate setting for lunch prepared the weary exchange students for the day ahead. Wandring the city and its ramparts and walls gave some insight as to the military prowess held by the Romans, hundreds of years ago. Accidentally, a few unsuspecting students stumbled upon an ancient church. Different from the popularly visited churches of York and Durham, St. John's was truly a place of worship, uncorrupted by careless visitors snapping pictures and raucously joking, unaware of the graves from years past and unknown ancestors. The sanctuary of St. John's exuded a regal, yet welcoming feeling. The unrequested silence was broken by the sound of confident footsteps soming in from the street. The local vicar, eager to have visitors, shared some history with the girls. He was pleased to see the girls had learned some history of the churches of England, despite their varried and entirely unrelated majors. Soon, the aimiable vicar left to tend to his paperwork. The sturdy Norman arches, dating back to 689, once again commanded silence. The students explored, then sat in awe of the beauty, the history, and the sheers power of the stones arond them. In retrospect, the shops visited earlier in the day seemed trivial when compared to the church, ampitheatre and walls of Roman times. Somehow, the city of Chester managed to keep the modern shops, businesses and homes in line with the well preserved history of the ages. From the school children on field days, dressed in paper armour and plastic shields, learning of Roman and Norman conquests; to the tea shops in tudor style buildings along the river Dee, the city of Chester demonstrated its eagerness to share its prideful history with the public.

For some students, the time in chester was purely and assignment, for others, a few intricacies of the different styles of life and work stood out in their minds while strolling the ciyt walls, even more still on the journey to Conwy. For those few, the travel proved to be the perfect time for reflection and and excellent segway into what lay ahead.

The students were grateful to have the afternoon off. For the first time in a few weeks, the group of nine stayed together, only splitting for a few minutes to observe and explore the area before dinner. A sumptuous meal ina casual restaraunt relaxed the group and warmed each belly from the inside out. The group of nine set out inot the blustry evening. The sun had long since departed for the day, leaving the students to adventure in the darkness. Hesitantly, the young travellers ascended the stairs to the city walls. The steeply sloping walkways and worn fissures in the rocks caused them to fearfully proceed. None the less, each hand helpin ghte next, all nine reached the tallest tower to gaze upon the village, the castly, and most entracing, the bridge, sea water, and the elusive full moon. With shivering hands, friends photographed friends, but soon all nine were silently observing the simple beauty of night. Some huddled together for comfort and warmth, others off on a ledge, alone, lost in their own thoughts. Eventually, the spell was somewhat broken and the nine made their way around the periphery of the city. The slowly slanting, curving, and well worn stone led the wandering feet to an outlook. Out beyond the lights and the quiet hum of curved city lanes, each student came to a stop, enjoying the peace created by the wind and the waves.

Time had no meaning. The clouds moved past, the moon moved across the sky, and silently, a train sped towards its destination. For all, the opportunity to sit, and to simply be, was a welcomed treat. The occasional baot was navigated past - fishermen preparing for the next day's work. Occasionally, the click of a camera, the scuff of a shoe, or a contented sigh could be heard through the rush of the wind. Each student slowly brought themselves back to the surface of reality, but patiently waited for the rest of their new found family to come back to the present.

Back at the hostel, a lone writer sits. Every other student has quietly slipped out of the common room to rest their weary eyes. The card game is over, the journaling doen, and reading abandoned. Each student is asleep or soon to be there. All save one. One sits in complete comfort. Happy to hear the scratch of the pen on paper, satisfied with her account of a day in this year of change. Soon, the room will be empty, save the wind sneaking through to flutter the curtains. Soon there will be peaceful slumber.

First day of school...

I awoke to the sound of one of my flatmates leaving for class at 8am this morning. I soon enjoyed a simple breakfast of meusli and tea while reading the Daily Telegraph. I figured that I should somehow document my first day of class abroad... so I took a picture of myself in the flat. (Mom and Dad, I'll email it to you). I walked to the bus stop, iPod playing, and waited for the 53. I rode to campus and made the trek up the hill to Portland for Health, Risk, and Medicine (aka Medical Sociology). It was odd to watch all of the Uni students walking up to Park Campus, some from their flats and houses in Beeston, others from their respective bus stops, and others from who knows where else. Everyone was dressed in their best school clothes and was entirely too alert for a Monday morning, but who wouldn't be on the first day back from summer? As old friends greeted eachother and inquired about the past few months away from school, the freshers and international students merely watched from afar, some with curiosity, others with a hint of jealousy and sadness as they thought of those friends back at home. Either way, the hour soon approached and the sidewalks emptied, the occasional leaf fluttering across the now vacant cement walkways. Once inside the buildings, new notebooks were cracked open and the date, 2.10.06, was written cleanly and clearly across hundreds of blank pages. The school year has begun.

After making my way back to the flat, amidst a rainstorm while the sun was shining brightly, I prepared part of the dinner for the group and treated myself to a cozy nap in the common room. Kevin and I got ready for the first day of cross country practice. As we nervously walked/ran to the bus stop and got there just in time, we were both contemplating what was about to happen. Since we knew very little of the club and were half wishing we were back at Luther running with our 90 closest friends, needless to say, the bus ride to campus was relatively quiet. We got to campus, jogged to the sports centre and were happy to see a few people who could have been runners congregating at the assigned meeting place. After several awkward and nervous minutes, the officers took charge. A brief introduction was followed by the strange compilation of runners breaking into groups based on desired mileage. In my group, I noticed a girl wearing a Butler XC shirt and sure enough, she runs for Butler (in Indiana) and is in Nottingham for the semester. I spoke with several runners, all of whom were nice - of course - but ended up running with the girl from Butler, Kali. The run was nice enough, a bit tougher than I expected due to the fact that even easy training runs are apparently done with negative splits... none the less, it was great to get out running with other people again. After the run, the Nottingham University Athletics Club (NUAC) reconveined for a meeting. Kali introduced me to a runner, Debbie, from New Zealand (Mom and Dad, she wants to know where abouts you lived when you were there) and we had fun getting to know eachother. It was so nice to be with runners again... somehow it made Nottingham feel a little more like home.

We said goodbye to our newfound friends and took the bus to the city centre and then the tram home. We enjoyed the leftovers from dinner (Spaghetti ala carbonera, greek salad, garlic baguettes, and belgian chocolate cheesecake) and instead of studying, Kevin and I decided to bake. We walked to the Muggli/Gilbertson house to get some baking apples from their tree and came back and set to work in the kitchen. Now that it is one in the morning, we have five loaves of meusli/wholewheat/oatmeal bread. One has brown sugar and cinnamon in them, two have a delicious applesauce/applebutter in them and two are plain. Less than five minutes after they were out of the oven, Kevin, Brandon and I had sampled two of them... they are delicious. Thanks to Kevin's grandma for the applesauce/applebutter recipie and the oatmeal bread recipie (both of which we have been experimenting with just for the sake of variation). Flat life is good.

What did I learn on the first day of school? That class is only 45 minutes long, once a week and seminar is only five times per semester. We will see if this proves true for my two other classes at the Uni. To my surprise, my first lecture only had fifteen students and the seminar, only eight. The class should be interesting and compliment my major and minor as well as giving me a glimpse of life of a second year sociology student. At least this class is somewhat easier than the Luther courses. Tomorrow we have our second class with Mark and Carol (Paideia II... wo...hoo?) The lectures are interesting and very informative. It is the background reading and endless/miserable assignments that come with the class that are not so fun...

Today was a good day. Beautiful fall weather for the first day of classes, a cross country family away from home, and freshly baked bread - I am content. Much love from across the ocean and goodnight.