Making it to Scotland was a fun adventure in and of itself. Just watching the English countryside roll by as we made our way north was so enjoyable. I especially loved it when our train started following the east coast since I got to watch the waves wage their inexhaustible war against the land. It was a wonderful sight to behold as we passed into this country that has become so dear to my heart, or at least its northern portion has.
The time I spent in Edinburgh was fairly brief and only lasted for the part of Friday that we were there for, starting around eleven. Finding our hostel was a fascinating challenge since I had never received the e-mail that told us where we were staying, but Jaci and I found the tour company that we had booked with and got it all straightened out. After that, we really just walked around the city. The only thing that really peaked my interest was King Arthur's Seat, and it was too late in the day to try and begin to climb it. So instead, we just walked around for a while and enjoyed the wonderful architecture of the city while shopping for souvenirs and gifts. Overall, it was quite the enjoyable afternoon evening. I wouldn't mind making it back, but a day or two would be more than sufficient for me there.
But. Then came my favorite part of the trip. The next morning, we left bright and early for a two day Scottish Highlands tour and I consequently fell in love with the place.
What words can I use to describe it? Even if a picture is a thousand words and you count the couple hundred or so that I took, the novel still would not begin to state what a wondrous place this was and the magic that it worked upon me. I fell in love with the landscape, drawn to it like Odysseus to the siren's call.
The first morning we stopped by to see a specimen of the Highland cattle; the name of the species escapes me at the moment. The stop was brief before we drove into the Highlands. It was so completely breath-taking that I can even feel it as I write this, weeks later.
The lochs that we passed through that morning were like glass, reflecting the magnificent landscape surrounding us like a mirror. The crags enclosing us on every side; the beautiful pine tree forests with their myriad and riots of color; the distant mix of gold, brown, and gray on the mountain slopes; all of it just completely overwhelmed me, heart and soul. If there was ever a place that I felt G-d's peace and his simplistic joy, it was here. It was here where the entire land looked as if G-d had dragged his fingertips along the ground, creating lochs, glens, straits, and mountains at his own pleasure.
What made it all the more enjoyable were the many stories that our guide had in store for us. We heard stories about Rob Roy, William Wallace, the many different clan wars, everything you could imagine--including the filming of Braveheart and how our guide supposedly took Mel Gibson's wife out bowling (I learned to take a lot of his stories with a grain of salt--ask me for 'em some time, I have plenty notes down to do a decent retelling :).
Our path was winding and twisted but it was a blast. After we stopped by Fort William (and were recommended that going through Fort William by rail takes you through some of the most magnificent scenery in the world, as if it could get any better than what we had!), we actually stopped by the location of the Harry Potter bridge because one of our tour members (the young enigmatic school teacher's assistant from London) wanted to see it. We ended our day by settling down in a hostel in Inverness after making one more impressive stop.
Seeing Loch Ness was such a fun experience. This loch, enclosed on all sides by mountainous terrain, was so long that it looked like air and sky met from where I was standing. And to hear the stories! Apparently, it isn't just Loch Ness that has its fair stories of hidden, lurking creatures. It's common, even to this day, to hear of fisherman with stories of dark shadows, unknown creatures moving across the lochs, especially the ones that are off the beaten track.
To finish the evening off, we went and grabbed some wonderful Thai food at a traditional Scottish pub (yeah, odd mix, right?) and enjoyed a wonderful night of music. I absolutely adored Abigail Gray, the folk music band that played some absolutely beautiful music. The heavy rock band that followed it was enjoyable, but they really weren't that good. I just enjoyed feeling the bass vibrating the entire building.
From there, we continued driving through the Scottish Highlands for a bit longer before making a quick stop at a place where one of Scotland's many rebellions first started. I believe this one was Kett's rebellion, the final result being that the Highlanders were once again defeated and the English made it illegal for them to carry claymores or wear kilts. However, it was really cool to see how inaccessible the Highlands were until the last couple hundred years or so. I can easily understand why it was so difficult to stop the Highlanders from rebelling constantly.
After stopping there, we continued on to St. Andrew's, the birthplace of golf. It was a fun stop for a couple hours and I got a chance to pick up, as usual, a couple of books by Scottish authors, this time choosing The Hound of the Baskervilles by Arthur Conan Doyle as well as Ivanhoe by Walter Scott. But just before we left, I got a chance to stop on the beach for a moment, the beach where the opening scene of Chariots of Fire was filmed.
Then we got back to Edinburgh pretty late that evening, but it had been a good weekend. So, Jaci and I dropped our stuff off at our hostel before going to grab dinner with the group one last time--and it was so much fun. I can't really remember their names (let's face it, our group talked but really didn't use each others names that often--I guess we figured we'd only know each other for a couple of days). I had a chance to try a little bit of Haggis and have decided that I actually like it and also discovered that my favorite Scottish whiskey is MacAllen 10. All in all, it was a wonderful evening to end a wonderful trip. We listened to live music, chatted, hung out, and then Jaci and I grabbed a very early train the next morning back to Grantham.
I am going to make it back to the Highlands of Scotland. End of story. Part of me is still there, exploring the hills, mountains, lochs, glens, and straits. I'll just have to go back and get that part. :)
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
A Beautiful Day in Cambridge
This post is going to be pretty short since I really only spent a day in Cambridge, but it was an absolutely beautiful day.
From the beginning, my quest was to find a copy of Lyrical Ballads by Coleridge and Wordsworth since that was where the two poets would have first crossed paths. But it was a wonderful day exploring the city with my friends Brian, Jordan, Amy, Amanda, and Lindsay. We had a fun time exploring the town and walking around. When we made it to the outside of King's College, I was entertained because everyone was stopped looking at a clock in the window across the street from the college instead of at the college. Now, it was a truly impressive watch that appeared to have a grasshopper making it move slowly and surely, but it still made me want to laugh at the irony of it. :)
The only real stop that I made was at King's College Chapel. However, since no one else wanted to pay for the entrance fee, I went in alone. I must say that I found the inside of the place absolutely astounding. Out of all the many churches and cathedrals I've seen during my time here, this one was completely unique, and I loved the beautiful and luminous atmosphere that its Gothic architecture created.
Overall, It was an absolutely beautiful city and the architecture was phenomenal. My pictures keep a better account of what I saw than any amount of words could.
On my way back to join up with the group, I finally found the bookstore that I had been looking for the entire time and picked up Lyrical Ballads as well as three books by P.G. Wodehouse since they were on sale, three for two. It was a lucky find since I actually headed to the wrong marketplace on my way to meet up with the rest of the group, though I did love the little artistic market that accidentally discovered. It was full of wonderful unique works of art and I loved the chance to glance through it.
After realizing my mistake, I headed to the correct market and found met the group on the way. The most entertaining experience (of perhaps the entire day) was with an Englishman that was high. He was going on about how he loved the South and was talking about all of the stereotypical views of the South (and seemed stuck in the Civil War era--he entertained me, a lot).
On the way to catch the train at the station, we took a really scenic route back to the station, first following the river along the backside of a few colleges and eventually walked by the botanical gardens and finally made it, just in time to catch the later train that I had scouted out. It was definitely a wonderful day and I got to see enough of Cambridge to satisfy me. Who knows where I'll end up next?
From the beginning, my quest was to find a copy of Lyrical Ballads by Coleridge and Wordsworth since that was where the two poets would have first crossed paths. But it was a wonderful day exploring the city with my friends Brian, Jordan, Amy, Amanda, and Lindsay. We had a fun time exploring the town and walking around. When we made it to the outside of King's College, I was entertained because everyone was stopped looking at a clock in the window across the street from the college instead of at the college. Now, it was a truly impressive watch that appeared to have a grasshopper making it move slowly and surely, but it still made me want to laugh at the irony of it. :)
The only real stop that I made was at King's College Chapel. However, since no one else wanted to pay for the entrance fee, I went in alone. I must say that I found the inside of the place absolutely astounding. Out of all the many churches and cathedrals I've seen during my time here, this one was completely unique, and I loved the beautiful and luminous atmosphere that its Gothic architecture created.
Overall, It was an absolutely beautiful city and the architecture was phenomenal. My pictures keep a better account of what I saw than any amount of words could.
On my way back to join up with the group, I finally found the bookstore that I had been looking for the entire time and picked up Lyrical Ballads as well as three books by P.G. Wodehouse since they were on sale, three for two. It was a lucky find since I actually headed to the wrong marketplace on my way to meet up with the rest of the group, though I did love the little artistic market that accidentally discovered. It was full of wonderful unique works of art and I loved the chance to glance through it.
After realizing my mistake, I headed to the correct market and found met the group on the way. The most entertaining experience (of perhaps the entire day) was with an Englishman that was high. He was going on about how he loved the South and was talking about all of the stereotypical views of the South (and seemed stuck in the Civil War era--he entertained me, a lot).
On the way to catch the train at the station, we took a really scenic route back to the station, first following the river along the backside of a few colleges and eventually walked by the botanical gardens and finally made it, just in time to catch the later train that I had scouted out. It was definitely a wonderful day and I got to see enough of Cambridge to satisfy me. Who knows where I'll end up next?
Monday, November 10, 2008
The Unfortunately Effective Suffolk Workhouse and Beautiful Belvoir Castle
On October twenty second, I had the opportunity to see excellent examples of the extremes of Victorian England. With the Suffolk Workhouse epitomizing the aristocratic solution to the "Victorian problem" and Belvoir (pronounced "Beaver") Castle epitomizing the opulence of the extravagant lifestyle of the upper class.
Because of the uninhibited drive to create a large amount of profit quickly through Britain's unique start into the Industrial Revolution. Unfortunately, the poor conditions and payment of the workers resulted in a large problem soon after. Not only were many families unable to support themselves with the meager money that they earned, but many of the workers were permanently disabled because of workplace accidents.
The solution to this problem came in the form of places such as the Suffolk Workhouse. At the workhouse, not only were families divided, children with children, men with men, and women with women, but the healthy were also divided from the infirm or disabled. Families were only allowed to see each other for an hour on Sundays and the smallest infraction against the rules could result in this privilege being revoked.
The building was not designed to remain warm during the winter and the working conditions in the cellar, where women would take care of the food preparation and storage. Just looking in the cellar, it is possible to see the erosion caused by the water that would have been freezing and up to the knees of the women working down their in the winter, with their dresses slowly soaking up the water the entire time. The men, however, were required to keep hard at working cracking large stones into smaller pieces to be used for pavement. These places were designed to discourage use and children were separated from their families because it was thought that the parents were stuck in such a low position because of their own faults.
Overall, this austere building revealed these attitudes toward the poor and the deplorable conditions that they were forced to live in. Just a short drive from this place is where one can find the ostentatious Belvoir Castle.
In the same way that all Victorian architecture tended to mimic a variety of classical styles, and even the Elizabethan copy of classical style. Because of this, the fourth iteration of Belvoir Castle was created in the image of a fairy tale castle at the request of the then current duke's wife. Even though the work was not completed until after her death, this castle remains an impressive monument to the aristocratic ideals of the day.
But, like all manors and castles created during this time, the area inhabited by the high society family was completely separated from the areas that the servants lived and worked in. Throughout the day, the only servants that should ever step foot in the state rooms would be the maids keeping it clean and the butler. All of the servants were supposed to be out of sight and out of mind.
However, this does not detract from the beautiful rooms of this castle, which is still inhabited by the Rutland family to this day, though the ornate state rooms are rarely used except for being exhibited through tours. Although, it is possible to rent the rooms for an evening, as long as one is willing to pay 3,000 dollars per person per night; after all, that's the price that one pays to spend the evening in the same room as royalty and some of the most famous figures of today, such as John Lennon.
All in all, it was a wonderful day and Belvoir Castle truly was like a fairy tale come to life with the richly ornate state rooms and the decorative use of the remaining old weaponry. I have the distinct impression that my time here will have an indelible effect on my design tendencies. Not that I will be inclined to be ornate when it comes time to design my own house, but some of the characteristics of Belvoir Castle and Harlaxton Manor will be making a reappearance.
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Because of the uninhibited drive to create a large amount of profit quickly through Britain's unique start into the Industrial Revolution. Unfortunately, the poor conditions and payment of the workers resulted in a large problem soon after. Not only were many families unable to support themselves with the meager money that they earned, but many of the workers were permanently disabled because of workplace accidents.
The solution to this problem came in the form of places such as the Suffolk Workhouse. At the workhouse, not only were families divided, children with children, men with men, and women with women, but the healthy were also divided from the infirm or disabled. Families were only allowed to see each other for an hour on Sundays and the smallest infraction against the rules could result in this privilege being revoked.
The building was not designed to remain warm during the winter and the working conditions in the cellar, where women would take care of the food preparation and storage. Just looking in the cellar, it is possible to see the erosion caused by the water that would have been freezing and up to the knees of the women working down their in the winter, with their dresses slowly soaking up the water the entire time. The men, however, were required to keep hard at working cracking large stones into smaller pieces to be used for pavement. These places were designed to discourage use and children were separated from their families because it was thought that the parents were stuck in such a low position because of their own faults.
Overall, this austere building revealed these attitudes toward the poor and the deplorable conditions that they were forced to live in. Just a short drive from this place is where one can find the ostentatious Belvoir Castle.
In the same way that all Victorian architecture tended to mimic a variety of classical styles, and even the Elizabethan copy of classical style. Because of this, the fourth iteration of Belvoir Castle was created in the image of a fairy tale castle at the request of the then current duke's wife. Even though the work was not completed until after her death, this castle remains an impressive monument to the aristocratic ideals of the day.
But, like all manors and castles created during this time, the area inhabited by the high society family was completely separated from the areas that the servants lived and worked in. Throughout the day, the only servants that should ever step foot in the state rooms would be the maids keeping it clean and the butler. All of the servants were supposed to be out of sight and out of mind.
However, this does not detract from the beautiful rooms of this castle, which is still inhabited by the Rutland family to this day, though the ornate state rooms are rarely used except for being exhibited through tours. Although, it is possible to rent the rooms for an evening, as long as one is willing to pay 3,000 dollars per person per night; after all, that's the price that one pays to spend the evening in the same room as royalty and some of the most famous figures of today, such as John Lennon.
All in all, it was a wonderful day and Belvoir Castle truly was like a fairy tale come to life with the richly ornate state rooms and the decorative use of the remaining old weaponry. I have the distinct impression that my time here will have an indelible effect on my design tendencies. Not that I will be inclined to be ornate when it comes time to design my own house, but some of the characteristics of Belvoir Castle and Harlaxton Manor will be making a reappearance.
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Wednesday, November 5, 2008
The Musings of a Saddened Mind
What am I supposed to do, in light of receiving condemnation for all the traits and qualities that I hold dear? Am I supposed to turn over and accept the condemnations to my character and immediately agree, accepting only one person's view of Christianity? I cannot. I must not. I will not.
I've been told that the United States Constitution is subservient to law--the complete inverse of this government's foundations. I've been told that it is not possible for a godly person to vote for Obama. I've been told that McCain is the only godly choice and condemned for considering that Obama could further the Kingdom of G-d.
I supported McCain.
I'm tired of being slammed against the wall by those determined to teach me the error of my ways. I'm tired of being told that my simple faith in G-d is not good enough. I'm tired of people claiming that I called them names when I only discuss their arguments. I'm tired of people's ignorance of their own government. I'm just..... tired of having to defend myself against those who should give me unwavering support.
I'm tired of friendship not ringing true.
For those of you who have supported me, who do support me, who are willing to quietly listen to what I think without taking arms against me, I thank you. I miss you. I can't wait to see you again. I can't help but think that those of you I count in that number are small indeed but worth all the treasure in the world.
I've been told that the United States Constitution is subservient to law--the complete inverse of this government's foundations. I've been told that it is not possible for a godly person to vote for Obama. I've been told that McCain is the only godly choice and condemned for considering that Obama could further the Kingdom of G-d.
I supported McCain.
I'm tired of being slammed against the wall by those determined to teach me the error of my ways. I'm tired of being told that my simple faith in G-d is not good enough. I'm tired of people claiming that I called them names when I only discuss their arguments. I'm tired of people's ignorance of their own government. I'm just..... tired of having to defend myself against those who should give me unwavering support.
I'm tired of friendship not ringing true.
For those of you who have supported me, who do support me, who are willing to quietly listen to what I think without taking arms against me, I thank you. I miss you. I can't wait to see you again. I can't help but think that those of you I count in that number are small indeed but worth all the treasure in the world.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
The Fading Echoes of Music
What a wonderful place this is! Even though I know that I will be easily glad to leave here and make it home, the sheer wonder of this place will remain with me many years. This evening, a pianist from Bolivia came and played some absolutely beautiful pieces of music. She specialized in music written by female composers, but the big deal is that one of the composers (Violet van der Elst) owned this manor for about 15 years and this was the first time her compositions had been played here since she vacated the manor.
Sitting in the Great Hall and listening to the wonderful music resonating off of the walls of this beautiful two-storied room was just absolutely phenomenal. The piano was on the wooden dais located at one end of the hall and was accented by the light and plants that sparsely, but adequately, decorated the area around it. The ceiling arching overhead and the tapestry hanging on the wall behind the pianist, it felt like a scene out of a Jane Austen novel. It was wonderful.
Sitting in the Great Hall and listening to the wonderful music resonating off of the walls of this beautiful two-storied room was just absolutely phenomenal. The piano was on the wooden dais located at one end of the hall and was accented by the light and plants that sparsely, but adequately, decorated the area around it. The ceiling arching overhead and the tapestry hanging on the wall behind the pianist, it felt like a scene out of a Jane Austen novel. It was wonderful.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
From the Shores of Éire
The adventures of being here seem to go on without ending, from the beautiful lands of country after country. However. There was just something about Ireland.... the beautiful shores, the wonderful inland channels, the gorgeous hillsides overrunning with the multi-colored green landscapes. I fell in love. I might even try to make it back one more time and see the northwest since my trip focused on the southeast.
I arrived in Dublin fairly late on Wednesday night of October first, and even though I split off from Chelsea and Safire (who I went with), I found another group that was coincidentally spending their first night at the same hostel I was before leaving for Galway the next day. So, Paige, Devin, Kent, Jake, and I all went out for a little that evening and just walked around for a while before finally stopping at a bar and grabbing a couple of drinks (I had a Bulmer for the first time and discovered my taste for the cider). We got back around two in the morning and I didn't see those guys the rest of the trip.
The next day, I first tried to meet up with Chelsea and Safire, but after waiting from eleven to twelve (I think that was it--I know I waited until an hour after they were supposed to arrive). Since I didn't find them, I grabbed a spot on the hop on/hop off tour that went around to all of the major spots in Dublin and, after taking it almost a full circuit, went to the National Gallery. I discovered that I really like Thomas Gainsborough's work and that Thomas Roberts is a god of landscape painters. But then again, maybe he just had some of the most beautiful countryside to paint from.
After that, I tried to go see Dublin Castle, but was disappointed to find that it had been pretty much consumed by the city. However, while I was there, I randomly came across Chelsea and Safire exiting from a revenue museum.... It was completely random and there was no one else on the street, so it was just one of those cosmic coincidences. We then grabbed a quick bit before going together to Christ's Church Cathedral, which was phenomenal. I loved it. On our way back out, we came across another group of Harlaxton students--this one was comprised of Jaci, Laura, Lea, Will, and Doctor.
I split of from my previous group at that time, since it was late in the evening and they were heading back while the new group was staying at a hostel really close to mine. Interestingly enough, I had only booked two nights out of five before I got there and then booked the last three at their hostel. That evening, we all went to a pub and I grabbed a quick meal while they got something to drink and then continued on to go see a film that I had been wanting to see: Death Race. Honestly, it was better than I thought it was going to be, and now I'm going to need to buy it 'cause it will always remind me of Dublin and my first trip to Ireland.
The next morning, I meant to make it to the National Museum, but the hostel didn't give me the wake-up call that they said they would (figures). So, after making it to the area where I was going to meet Chelsea and Safire, I just grabbed a couple books, which were Dracula by Bram Stoker and Gulliver's Travels by Jonathon Swift. Ya'll can surely guess that I like to collect books from the places where authors were born, and Stoker and Swift were both Dubliners. After that, we stopped by the Guinness Brewery for a tour, and though I decided, once and for all, that I just don't like the taste of Guinness, I did find the tour fascinating and enjoyed seeing the process of brewing beer.
We then went to Kilmainham Gaol, which was a political prison and had some significant films created there as well since it has not been used for a while. Then I took off and made it to the Old Jameson Distillery on my own, just in time for the last tour. The cool thing about this stop is that I was one of the lucky few chosen to take part in a whiskey taste-testing. That means that, on my first time to try whiskey, I got to try a Scottish one (I can't remember the brand for this one), an Irish one (Jameson), and an American one (Jack Daniel's!). I decided that I liked both Jack and Jameson. Also, though I do like them alone, I prefer them as mixed drinks, typically with coke. But yeah. I like whiskey. :)
The next day, I made a slightly expensive trip that got off to a rocky start, but it was really cool. I was supposed to catch a 7:00 train to Cork, but I barely missed it (by 23 seconds) because, twenty minutes earlier, I had barely missed the right tram service to the train station. Luckily, someone else had the same problem, which was how I met Anthony. How is the best way to describe this guy? He was a nice guy that likes to get drunk, take drugs, and pretty much everything that goes along with those two. He also had a rather hippie perspective on life and was very opinionated. However, he also spends half of his life traveling because he works for six months and then goes and spends all of his money traveling.
Anyway, once we made it to to Cork, we had to go catch up with the tour group that was already in Blarney Village. Cool part? They said the taxi was going to cost 50 euros total to get from the Cork train station to the village, but it ended up being less that 17. So, with my student discount, I still paid less for the tour than full price. So once in Blarney, I went to the castle and kissed the famous Blarney Stone, which apparently means that I am now going to be eloquent for the rest of my life. We then also had an extremely short stop at the famous Woolen Mill, though there was just enough time to look around before taking off.
From there, we took a coach tour of Cork, a big, southern port city of Ireland, and ended up in Cobh. Now, here's what I absolutely loved about Cobh. First off, which is rather important for its history, it has been known by three names: Cove, Queenstown, and Cobh (which is the Gaelic spelling for Cove). When it was named Queenstown, the Titanic made it's last stop there before heading to its doom. I love the story of the Titanic. There was a cool little museum that we stopped at, as well as a cathedral towering on a hill over the docks. However, I found this absolutely gorgeous print there of the Titanic, and though it was pricey, I just had to have it. Luckily, they gave me a nice tube to keep it in until I get it back from overseas.
On the last full day, I went with Chelsea and Safire to a little fishing village by the name of Howth. It was wonderful. For the first time, I really got to get a full breath of the salt air into my lungs. This quaint little town was just cool and I loved it. The beach was nice, and the three piers were awesome. I found myself just sitting on one of the piers while watching the huge waves crashing up the side as the sailing boats tried to make headway against the fierce wind that was blowing into the harbor. Overall, it was just a beautiful, tranquil day.
The next morning, before I caught the coach to the airport, I was able to stop by St. Patrick's Cathedral, which contained the tomb of Jonathon Swift. The coolest part? I got to watch and listen to Sung Matins. Also, I was able to squeeze in a stop by Trinity College, which has become fairly well-known, you might say. So, overall, I'd say that I had a phenomenal and busy time. Oh, and if you did the math and are wondering why I got back to Grantham late Monday afternoon, I have a logical answer: I skipped my Monday classes. :)
Here are some brief impressions that I jotted down about Ireland as I was going through it:
Wide green fields, changing slowly and displaying a myriad of green. Sheep-cleared fields, populated by herdsmen, cows.
Sinking tombstones, buried in water, moss, gravel, and slowly overtaking grass of many green colors.
Cart path--GREEN--two ruts on the side with extremely tall embankments on either side.
Scattered houses and farm buildings, surrounded by grazing and farming lands. Fields are lighter in color, almost tan, but still green for the hay fields, but an almost uniform, deep green for grazing.
I arrived in Dublin fairly late on Wednesday night of October first, and even though I split off from Chelsea and Safire (who I went with), I found another group that was coincidentally spending their first night at the same hostel I was before leaving for Galway the next day. So, Paige, Devin, Kent, Jake, and I all went out for a little that evening and just walked around for a while before finally stopping at a bar and grabbing a couple of drinks (I had a Bulmer for the first time and discovered my taste for the cider). We got back around two in the morning and I didn't see those guys the rest of the trip.
The next day, I first tried to meet up with Chelsea and Safire, but after waiting from eleven to twelve (I think that was it--I know I waited until an hour after they were supposed to arrive). Since I didn't find them, I grabbed a spot on the hop on/hop off tour that went around to all of the major spots in Dublin and, after taking it almost a full circuit, went to the National Gallery. I discovered that I really like Thomas Gainsborough's work and that Thomas Roberts is a god of landscape painters. But then again, maybe he just had some of the most beautiful countryside to paint from.
After that, I tried to go see Dublin Castle, but was disappointed to find that it had been pretty much consumed by the city. However, while I was there, I randomly came across Chelsea and Safire exiting from a revenue museum.... It was completely random and there was no one else on the street, so it was just one of those cosmic coincidences. We then grabbed a quick bit before going together to Christ's Church Cathedral, which was phenomenal. I loved it. On our way back out, we came across another group of Harlaxton students--this one was comprised of Jaci, Laura, Lea, Will, and Doctor.
I split of from my previous group at that time, since it was late in the evening and they were heading back while the new group was staying at a hostel really close to mine. Interestingly enough, I had only booked two nights out of five before I got there and then booked the last three at their hostel. That evening, we all went to a pub and I grabbed a quick meal while they got something to drink and then continued on to go see a film that I had been wanting to see: Death Race. Honestly, it was better than I thought it was going to be, and now I'm going to need to buy it 'cause it will always remind me of Dublin and my first trip to Ireland.
The next morning, I meant to make it to the National Museum, but the hostel didn't give me the wake-up call that they said they would (figures). So, after making it to the area where I was going to meet Chelsea and Safire, I just grabbed a couple books, which were Dracula by Bram Stoker and Gulliver's Travels by Jonathon Swift. Ya'll can surely guess that I like to collect books from the places where authors were born, and Stoker and Swift were both Dubliners. After that, we stopped by the Guinness Brewery for a tour, and though I decided, once and for all, that I just don't like the taste of Guinness, I did find the tour fascinating and enjoyed seeing the process of brewing beer.
We then went to Kilmainham Gaol, which was a political prison and had some significant films created there as well since it has not been used for a while. Then I took off and made it to the Old Jameson Distillery on my own, just in time for the last tour. The cool thing about this stop is that I was one of the lucky few chosen to take part in a whiskey taste-testing. That means that, on my first time to try whiskey, I got to try a Scottish one (I can't remember the brand for this one), an Irish one (Jameson), and an American one (Jack Daniel's!). I decided that I liked both Jack and Jameson. Also, though I do like them alone, I prefer them as mixed drinks, typically with coke. But yeah. I like whiskey. :)
The next day, I made a slightly expensive trip that got off to a rocky start, but it was really cool. I was supposed to catch a 7:00 train to Cork, but I barely missed it (by 23 seconds) because, twenty minutes earlier, I had barely missed the right tram service to the train station. Luckily, someone else had the same problem, which was how I met Anthony. How is the best way to describe this guy? He was a nice guy that likes to get drunk, take drugs, and pretty much everything that goes along with those two. He also had a rather hippie perspective on life and was very opinionated. However, he also spends half of his life traveling because he works for six months and then goes and spends all of his money traveling.
Anyway, once we made it to to Cork, we had to go catch up with the tour group that was already in Blarney Village. Cool part? They said the taxi was going to cost 50 euros total to get from the Cork train station to the village, but it ended up being less that 17. So, with my student discount, I still paid less for the tour than full price. So once in Blarney, I went to the castle and kissed the famous Blarney Stone, which apparently means that I am now going to be eloquent for the rest of my life. We then also had an extremely short stop at the famous Woolen Mill, though there was just enough time to look around before taking off.
From there, we took a coach tour of Cork, a big, southern port city of Ireland, and ended up in Cobh. Now, here's what I absolutely loved about Cobh. First off, which is rather important for its history, it has been known by three names: Cove, Queenstown, and Cobh (which is the Gaelic spelling for Cove). When it was named Queenstown, the Titanic made it's last stop there before heading to its doom. I love the story of the Titanic. There was a cool little museum that we stopped at, as well as a cathedral towering on a hill over the docks. However, I found this absolutely gorgeous print there of the Titanic, and though it was pricey, I just had to have it. Luckily, they gave me a nice tube to keep it in until I get it back from overseas.
On the last full day, I went with Chelsea and Safire to a little fishing village by the name of Howth. It was wonderful. For the first time, I really got to get a full breath of the salt air into my lungs. This quaint little town was just cool and I loved it. The beach was nice, and the three piers were awesome. I found myself just sitting on one of the piers while watching the huge waves crashing up the side as the sailing boats tried to make headway against the fierce wind that was blowing into the harbor. Overall, it was just a beautiful, tranquil day.
The next morning, before I caught the coach to the airport, I was able to stop by St. Patrick's Cathedral, which contained the tomb of Jonathon Swift. The coolest part? I got to watch and listen to Sung Matins. Also, I was able to squeeze in a stop by Trinity College, which has become fairly well-known, you might say. So, overall, I'd say that I had a phenomenal and busy time. Oh, and if you did the math and are wondering why I got back to Grantham late Monday afternoon, I have a logical answer: I skipped my Monday classes. :)
Here are some brief impressions that I jotted down about Ireland as I was going through it:
Wide green fields, changing slowly and displaying a myriad of green. Sheep-cleared fields, populated by herdsmen, cows.
Sinking tombstones, buried in water, moss, gravel, and slowly overtaking grass of many green colors.
Cart path--GREEN--two ruts on the side with extremely tall embankments on either side.
Scattered houses and farm buildings, surrounded by grazing and farming lands. Fields are lighter in color, almost tan, but still green for the hay fields, but an almost uniform, deep green for grazing.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Coventry and Trudging the Streets of Stratford-Upon-Avon
Our first stop of the day, which was September 27th, was a fairly brief lunch stop at the cathedral in Coventry. The old one that was first created in 1043, founded by Leofric, Earl of Mercia, and his wife Godiva, and it remained more or less intact (despite the dissolution of the monasteries, which did destroy a lot of monasteries and cathedrals) for many years. However, in 1940, the old cathedral was destroyed when the Luftwaffe bombed Coventry.
The ruins of the old cathedral have been preserved, with mainly just the walls and the spire still standing. In 1956, the city started laying the foundation for the new cathedral, having decided to rebuild the morning after the bombing. Though it is not the most impressive design I've ever seen, I enjoyed the stop. It is really cool seeing the old and the new right next to each other, almost co-existing. Pictures are to come.
Then we made it to Stratford.
I can't begin to describe what it felt like to walk into that place. There was just something in the air. Now, I am sure all of it was in my mind, but to know that I was walking the streets of the town where Shakespeare was born, where he grew up, where he married... it was all just way too cool.
The first place me and my friends went (a group of Laura Summers, Adam Dirker, and another girl whose name will come to me--I want to say Marissa) was to Shakespeare's Birthplace, the house still standing as it did so many years ago. I walked through that place, enjoying the sites of where Shakespeare would have slept, the workings of his father's glove making trade. It was just really cool. This place then shows up again later.
The next place that we headed off to was the distant location of Anne Hathaway's house (which was a decent haul from the center of town). It was a beautiful little cottage. It was what I had always imagined as the picturesque thatched roof cottage. Unfortunately, we didn't go in (to see everything, we didn't really have the time and it would have cost more money than the ticket that the school trip had provided us with), but I got to see the outside of it pretty well and the gardens surrounding it, so I was satisfied.
From there, we headed back into town to see Hall's Croft. This is the place where Shakespeare's daughter and her husband lived. It was a really cool house, and apparently the husband (Dr. John Hall) was an excellent physician and had some treatments that were controversial at the time but were correct by modern practices. Who would've thought? He also kept good records of all his patients and the treatments he used, which had one of the typical, dastardly long titles of the period.
Anyway, I then trudged up to New Place on mine own, which is where Shakespeare's house once stood, but it is now commemorated by a beautiful little garden instead. The house next to it, Nash's House, is named after and was owned by Shakespeare's granddaughter's husband, Thomas Nash. This was a pretty nice little place, and I really did enjoy the gardens that were small but had wonderful and color-coordinated patterns. Nash's House was also an excellent example of a typical (if slightly more expensive) house of the time.
After that, I decided to go back to a bookstore that I had noticed across from Shakespeare's birthplace. I walked in, and I saw a couple things that just caught my eye. There was this absolutely gorgeous copy of Shakespeare's Sonnets in a medium-sized leather hardback. I fell in love with it. Unfortunately, there was also an excellent deal on getting twelve of Shakespeare's plays.... so, let's just say I considerably added to my library a lot of Shakespeare's works that I didn't own before and were bought literally right across the street from his birthplace. It made me pretty happy. :)
I've also realized, yet again, that books are my greatest weakness. I just can't get enough of them.
After that, I went with the entire rest of the school and we saw The Merchant of Venice, performed by the Royal Shakespeare Company in Stratford-upon-Avon. The acting was pretty darn impressive and I really enjoyed watching it (even if I was in the nosebleed section :). However, maybe it was just a result of them having the usual theatre under renovation, but I just didn't think that the set design and the costume design was as good as it could have been. But, overall, I did enjoy the show. It was definitely a good weekend.
The ruins of the old cathedral have been preserved, with mainly just the walls and the spire still standing. In 1956, the city started laying the foundation for the new cathedral, having decided to rebuild the morning after the bombing. Though it is not the most impressive design I've ever seen, I enjoyed the stop. It is really cool seeing the old and the new right next to each other, almost co-existing. Pictures are to come.
Then we made it to Stratford.
I can't begin to describe what it felt like to walk into that place. There was just something in the air. Now, I am sure all of it was in my mind, but to know that I was walking the streets of the town where Shakespeare was born, where he grew up, where he married... it was all just way too cool.
The first place me and my friends went (a group of Laura Summers, Adam Dirker, and another girl whose name will come to me--I want to say Marissa) was to Shakespeare's Birthplace, the house still standing as it did so many years ago. I walked through that place, enjoying the sites of where Shakespeare would have slept, the workings of his father's glove making trade. It was just really cool. This place then shows up again later.
The next place that we headed off to was the distant location of Anne Hathaway's house (which was a decent haul from the center of town). It was a beautiful little cottage. It was what I had always imagined as the picturesque thatched roof cottage. Unfortunately, we didn't go in (to see everything, we didn't really have the time and it would have cost more money than the ticket that the school trip had provided us with), but I got to see the outside of it pretty well and the gardens surrounding it, so I was satisfied.
From there, we headed back into town to see Hall's Croft. This is the place where Shakespeare's daughter and her husband lived. It was a really cool house, and apparently the husband (Dr. John Hall) was an excellent physician and had some treatments that were controversial at the time but were correct by modern practices. Who would've thought? He also kept good records of all his patients and the treatments he used, which had one of the typical, dastardly long titles of the period.
Anyway, I then trudged up to New Place on mine own, which is where Shakespeare's house once stood, but it is now commemorated by a beautiful little garden instead. The house next to it, Nash's House, is named after and was owned by Shakespeare's granddaughter's husband, Thomas Nash. This was a pretty nice little place, and I really did enjoy the gardens that were small but had wonderful and color-coordinated patterns. Nash's House was also an excellent example of a typical (if slightly more expensive) house of the time.
After that, I decided to go back to a bookstore that I had noticed across from Shakespeare's birthplace. I walked in, and I saw a couple things that just caught my eye. There was this absolutely gorgeous copy of Shakespeare's Sonnets in a medium-sized leather hardback. I fell in love with it. Unfortunately, there was also an excellent deal on getting twelve of Shakespeare's plays.... so, let's just say I considerably added to my library a lot of Shakespeare's works that I didn't own before and were bought literally right across the street from his birthplace. It made me pretty happy. :)
I've also realized, yet again, that books are my greatest weakness. I just can't get enough of them.
After that, I went with the entire rest of the school and we saw The Merchant of Venice, performed by the Royal Shakespeare Company in Stratford-upon-Avon. The acting was pretty darn impressive and I really enjoyed watching it (even if I was in the nosebleed section :). However, maybe it was just a result of them having the usual theatre under renovation, but I just didn't think that the set design and the costume design was as good as it could have been. But, overall, I did enjoy the show. It was definitely a good weekend.
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