Wednesday, 25 April 2007

Paris: Our culinary quest for edible perfection

I just read three pages on images in medieval art, and I have no clue what I had just read. I hate when that happens. But you know what that means? Blog time!! Hmmm….I still have yet to record my Parisian experience….

My favorite thing about Paris was the food. In a fight, French food would destroy all other food. Jennifer and I actually splurged a little in Paris and ate at a couple quaint little cafes. We had slept the night before, so unlike our first day in Dublin, we were well energized. We found our hotel pretty easily. The tricky part was learning how the metro works. They don’t label the lines very well. After dropping our backpacks off at our room, we headed to the Arc de Triomphe. Honestly, it’s not that amazing of a sight, but it does mark the top of the Champs Eylsees. It was lunch time, so we stopped at the first café we ran into (another rarity…usually we wander around for a while trying to find the best and cheapest place only to discover everything’s pretty much the same). The café we stopped at had this really neat deal where you could get a drink, a sandwich, dessert, and coffee for about 7 euros. The desserts looked amazing, so I was immediately sold. The café was fairly touristy, so thankfully the servers spoke English although it was no English I could understand. They didn’t speak my type of English either. I enjoyed the pointing method. I chose this chicken sandwich on the most delicious garlic bread, a sprite, this chocolate and banana pastry, and I was given a receipt for my after meal coffee. When I was given my coffee, I was surprised to receive a shot of espresso. Now I had always inwardly rolled my eyes at the people who would come into the Mulberry ordering only a shot of espresso, but I decided to remain open-minded after all, it seemed to be a very Parisian thing to do. It was heavenly. Taking a nibble of my chocolaty pastry and sipping on my espresso was one of the best things I have ever done. And yes, drinking my double shot, I did feel slightly better than everyone else.

Another noteworthy culinary experience of mine was going to another café before strolling over to Notre Dame. I had this huge pizza thing which was good although it was nothing special. What I’m talking about is the pistachio macaroon I had for dessert. I had read that the macaroon was somewhat of a big deal among French pastries, so I knew I would regret not trying one. I had a choice between coffee, chocolate, and pistachio flavored macaroons. I opted for the green one. It wasn’t as aesthetically pleasing as the other pastries on display. It had a round cookie shape and like I mentioned before it was a rich sea green color--not the most appealling color for any food. My first bite was life altering. It had a nice crunch to it, but it remained moist on the inside with a type of cake and filling in it. Oh…it was such a beautiful experience.

Friday, 20 April 2007

Ireland pics

Handel Messiah Concert

Cricket


Trinity College

Georgian doors

Celtic cross in Pro Cathedral

Temple Bar



St Stephens Green



St. Stephens Green




Oscar Wilde in Merrion Square




U2 Wall




Dublin Castel





Chester Beatty Library






Andy Warhol exhibit








Christ Church






Inside St. Patrick's

Tuesday, 17 April 2007

I miss Ryan...


Trinity term is on the brink, but something just doesn't feel right. Our good friend Ryan had to call his Oxford experience to an early end. He is now in good ol' Kentucky. I'm gonna miss that fellow. The Zodiac won't be the same. And I'll miss his "short cuts" and other weekend adventures...

Dublin, Ireland


A few nights ago, Jennifer and I returned from our final holiday journeys. Dublin was wonderful--relaxed and quaint for a large city. Our flight was scheduled in the wee hours of the morning. For those who aren't familiar with the procedure of catching a flight, you need to be there at least two hours in advance. For a six o'clock flight, this meant leaving Oxford to catch our bus at 1. Apparently, we had a high opinion of our bodies' capabilities and opted not to sleep beforehand. Not smart. When we arrived in Dublin, it was around 8 in the morning, and we had only a couple of hours of sleep scattered between our bus ride and flight. Our fatigue took awhile to hit, and we managed to do quite a bit before passing out in St. Patrick's park for a quick power nap. We first dropped our luggage in at our hostel, but it wasn't check in time, so we didn't get our room assignments or anything. From our hostel, we first ventured to Dublin Castle. Our map was horrible and didn't name major streets, but we managed to run into the castle. Connected to the castle is the Chester Beatty library, and we went there first. The Chester Beatty library has a nice collection of Oriental art, but most of it was being restored or something...I'm not sure. It wasn't available. They did, however, have a really neat exhibit about the world religions. The section on Christianity took up the majority of the exhibit, and there were several ancient manuscripts of the four gospels. I think I've learned as much during travelling as I did last term. All of the cities we visited were full of things you learn in school. It's been neat actually seeing them.

After leaving the Chester Beatty Library, we went to the castle which cost 4 euros or so for a guided tour. We decided against the tour, but there was an Andy Warhol exhibit beside the foyer that was free to explore. I found it funny that they weren't really watching the art, and it make me think of this book I had just read, Stealing the Scream. The book is about how it's easier to steal art than it is something from a department store.

Dublin Castle is in the medieval district of Dublin and near the two large churches, Christ Church and St. Patrick's Cathedral. We walked past Christ Church, admiring it and taking pictures. Then, we walked to St. Patrick's. St. Patrick's is full of Irish history, plus it's named after their famous holiday, so we forked over the 5 euros to go inside. We saw the grave of Jonathan Swift and other typical church things...we've seen so many they begin to run together. After our self-guided tour, we walked to the nearby park and rejuvenated in the grass. We napped for at least an hour. I just passed out lying on my stomach, and I woke up to the sound of a dog breathing really hard. Sure enough, there was a dog nearby, and some punk kids who asked Jennifer for a fag (cigarette).


After our nap, we walked to Temple Bar which isn't a bar at all. It's the artsy district where there are cool thrift shops, the film and photography institutes, and lots of pubs. We didn't buy anything, and walked through to St. Stephen's Green, another park. We ate pizza there and walked around. Parks in Ireland are much better than the ones in London as there was plant life other than grass and trees. It was really beautiful, but there were all of these couples who were lying in the grass together really going at it.


We next walked to Merrion Square which also had a park. Merrion Square was were Oscar Wilde lived, and like every other good college student, I have recently joined the Oscar Wilde cult. We saw a sculpture of him looking very flamboyant. I posed next to it of course.


The last thing we did was go to the U2 wall. I had no idea what it was, but I love U2, so I thought it could be interesting. Our map was failing us, and we had difficulty finding it. The Irish were so friendly, one man who we asked for directions offered to give us a ride to the U2 wall. I was tempted to accept because my feet hurt so bad from all the walking.Don't worry, we learned in kindergarten not to take rides from strangers. He wasn't creepy though. He had an ice cream cone. When we found the U2 wall, it was not what we were expecting. It was kinda lame actually. It was their old studio which had a massive amount of graffiti all on the building.


Unimpressed, we went back to our hostel to check in and take another power nap. We planned on going back out to experience Dublin's nightlife, but we just passed out. I fell asleep in my clothes and slept soundly.


The next day was more relaxing. We had time to take it easy since we had accomplished so much the first day. We went back to Temple Bar to shop around since we both wanted souvenirs. We didn't find anything, but we did go to the Handel Messiah festival. We saw Messiah performed on the streets by a choir and orchestra which was amazing. We also went to the photography gallery. The best thing about the photography gallery were these coupons for Subway that were lying around. So after the gallery, we ate lunch at Subway.


We later went to Trinity College. Apparently the night before, Bill O'Reilly had spoken and there were posters of him everywhere which Jenn and I found hilarious. I took a couple of posters of the bulletin boards. The posters seemed to make fun of him, so we couldn't understand why he would want to speak at a place where people aren't going to like him. One of the posters said "Americans will respect your views if you just keep the private." Also on Trinity College campus, I saw my first cricket match! And I couldn't understand a thing! It seemed like they stand around a lot.


We finished our second day going to an Irish pub for some traditional Irish food. We went to bed early again. The people in our rooms probably thought we were huge losers as they were just going out as were going to bed. Oh well. We had a flight to catch to Paris.

Monday, 9 April 2007

Happy Mother's Day!


So either I'm losing it, or I've never had it. Today whilst talking to Tyler, I asked him if he had gotten his mom anything for Mother's Day. Well, he started freaking out because he hadn't. He asked me when was Mother's Day, and I told him that I think it was during his Oxford visit (which I had mentioned this to him while he was here but he just doesn't listen to me). Tyler calls his mom to right his wrong to the woman who had birthed him. He returns on AOL. "You're a liar," he says. "Huh?" I ask. "Mother's Day isn't until May," he tells me. "Hmm...well, I bet my mom is wondering why I sent her a Mother's Day card in early March then," I think aloud.

This might not be so troubling to me if I wasn't living in Oxford where crazy* is as common as Full House reruns (I don't know where my my similes come from...really). Sure people here are really smart, but they're smart because they study non-stop in high gear. I think that makes a lot of people here crazy. I'm not quite sure where this leaves me though. Can't say that I have "I'd rather study than eat/sleep/live like a normal person" thing going for me. Hmm...is crazy contagious?

Just last term, I kept hearing this crunching noise under one of my keys on my laptop keyboard. I thought it was a frosted flake, so I yank that sucker off to see for myself. While holding the /? key in my hand, I realized that wasn't the best decision. Now, there's nothing but a square space left next to my shift key. And oh yes, there was no frosted flake to be found. That's not all, last term, I had found butter in my silverware drawer, my keys in my underwear drawer, and my pants in my school locker (okay, the last one's not that crazy, I just like to abide by the example rule of three). Anyway, the point is I'm losing it. I frequently find myself talking to myself sometimes in a Dr. Cox voice and attitude.** I guess next term will be the sure test of my mental state, but hopefully I'll have no more episodes to report.

*sorry if my use of the word "crazy" is offensive to those sensitive to people in the loony bin
**Dr. Cox is a character on Scrubs who often berates everyone around him using clever imagery and syllable elongation.

Our next excursion


Jennifer and I booked our flights to our next destinations! We're flying to Dublin, Ireland, this Thursday. We'll stay for two nights, then catch our flight to Paris. European flights are sooo cheap! I found a flight to Ireland for 10 pounds which is pretty amazing considering we booked it only three days in advance! If anyone is looking for flights use www.skyscanner.com. It compares all the discount and regular airlines, and you can book really cheap tickets especially if you look far enough in advance. Paris was expensive, and skyscanner wasn't too much of a help, but there was no getting around the pricey of Paris regardless of how early we booked. I found it funny that our flight from Paris to London is only 25 minutes flying was about half the price of the chunnel though! I'm getting pretty excited with thoughts of travelling again. I think Jenn and I feel as if we know the ropes now...hopefully we're not getting too big for our britches as my granddad liked to say. Just the thought of Dublin is exciting to me even though I really don't know much about it. I love the Irish accent. It's definitely been my favorite. I am, however, slightly nervous about Paris. I know no French. And I definitely have no understanding of how it works phonetically. I'll have to work on the art of gesturing prior to our trip because I'm a lost cause at learning the language. My attempts are seriously laughable. I know. I've been laughed at several times because of this. I think my last tutor purposely worked in French art into my essays to get a chuckle.

So I have a small vaca, then I'll be back to writing essays....ugh...not looking forward to that. My next tutorial topic is medieval art which I have a scant amount of knowledge of so I've tried emailing my next tutor to get a few sources to read before term, but she hasn't replied. I guess I'll just have to do...nothing. Shucks. From now till Thursday, I suppose I could read up on the Crusades and feudalism, but I'm finding it very, very hard to motivate myself to do that.