Long weekend getaway to the beautiful country of IRELAND!

After our first two hour long British Studies ESSAY exam, the only thing on my mind was finally getting away to Ireland. I've heard stories about Ireland and seen movies filmed there, and I must say it is just as beautiful (if not more) than I had expected. I had seen the countryside landscape in movies, such as P.S. I Love You, and could NOT wait to see it in person. 

Sara, Rebecca, Mackenzie, and I left on our plane just hours after the exam... Clearly, we could NOT wait. With the long weekend ahead of us, we were all giddy and excited to see just what Ireland had in store for us. At about 8pm that night, or 20:00, we boarded our plane to Dublin, flying Ryanair. 

Flying Ryanair made us all nervous, since it was our first time using them and all of the supposed strict rules, but we had no problems at all- thankfully. It was really nice to only travel using a small carry-on. The problem was trying to fit EVERYTHING we were going to use/need/buy in Ireland in that one bag, but we all made it work. 

The next day, after we arrived in Dublin, we took the PaddyWagon tour bus to the Cliffs of Moher and Killarney. From what we had heard, we expected the Paddywagon to be crazy, exciting, and fun. It was definately fun, but nothing like we had expected, which was probably for the better. The Paddywagon took us on our first day-long adventure through the Irish countryside. This is where we visited the Cliffs of Moher and eventually stopped in Killarney for the night. 

When we stopped at the Cliffs of Moher, we saw Dumbledore's cave (from Harry Potter), located right under the cliffs. Since I haven't read or watched anything related to Harry Potter, I wasn't sure what it was, but it was clearly a big deal. The views from the cliffs were amazing and beautiful, but of course nerve-wracking to try to get as close to the edge as possible. We wanted the best pictures, even if it gave us a panic attack for a second. 

 

 

Making a wish at a castle close to Killarney

After a long day of traveling, we ended up in Killarney. We knew nothing about this town, but from the locals and our tour guide, it was sure to be a good time. Not to mention, it was Arthur's Day (the man who created Guinness). Everybody was out celebrating, and live bands were playing everywhere around Ireland. The celebration is biggest in Dublin. We were sad to not be there that night, since famous bands were playing in almost every pub, but later we heard it was extremely packed and crazy with all the people. The pub we went to in Killarney was called The Grand. It was amazing. Two live bands were playing, and of course both ended up playing Galloway Girl (from the movie P.S. I Love You) and everybody went crazy. 

The next day, we made our way to Blarney, where we visited the Blarney Castle and other sites around that area. Of course, we had to kiss the Blarney Stone.  According to legend, kissing the stone endows the kisser with the gift of the gab (great eloquence or skill at flattery). 

On the way back to Dublin, on Friday, we passed more countryside and old castles, which offered great views and pictures (which we are ALL about). And we visited an old castle, overlooking Ireland, at sunset. A couple who had just gotten married was having their pictures taken at this time. I could only IMAGINE how beautiful they turned out. The view at this time of day was the definition of perfect.

Once we made our way back to Dublin, we were done with the PaddyWagon. For the last day in Ireland, we decided to sight see around Dublin and do a little souvenir shopping. Later that day, Mackenzie and I went to the Guinness Factory, where we watched how Guinness beer was made. We also got to pour our own pint, the correct way. Both of us also got certificates that say, "Courtney Leer and Mackenzie Shriver have crafted The Perfect Pint of Guinness." How cool, right?!

Bridge in Dublin

The streets of Dublin, Ireland

Random art on the walk to the Guinness Factory (my favorite)

Shopping in Dublin

We spent our last night around the Temple Bar area, where we ate at a Pub, drank, and watched X-Factor... Exciting right?! All of us were EXHAUSTED, though, and watching T.V for the first time in a while was pretty relaxing. None of us had ever watched the show before, and actually, it's a REALLY cool show. Also, we could see the drunk people dancing in the bar area (which is always hilarious to watch).

That morning, at around 4:30am, we made our way to the airport. We had to make the free shuttle in time for our early flight at 8am. 

Ireland was so beautiful and the people who live there are a great time.

 I would definately love to make my way back to the Land of the Irish.

Ancient History Through Modern Eyes

Train tickets: £51. Museum entrance: £8. Pint of Guinness at an Irish pub: €4.50. Experiencing history and culture dating back 1900 years: Priceless. Those are the things I've done in the last few weeks. Since the last post I've taken 5 trips. The first trip was to the wonderful college town of Cambridge. On the way we stopped at the American Military Cemetery. That was the highlight of my day. I was blown away listening to our tour guide talk. Here was a British citizen who had devoted his life's work to preserving American history. The stories that he told us of American war heroes who were buried there were particularly inspiring. The next trip I took was a British Studies field trip to Lincoln. In Lincoln we got to tour the Lincoln Cathedral. Built in the 1080's by the Normans the cathedral was majorly damaged by an earthquake and rebuilt in the late 12th century. We also toured the Lincoln Castle and walked a route of Roman ruins. My third trip was to Tattershall Castle. The views from the top of this 15th century building were stunning. Next up was Hadrian's wall. This was my first independent trip of the semester. I agreed to go up to Hadrian's wall with my friend Travis for a day trip. That was certainly an interesting day. We left the manor at 7 am to make a 7:30 train to New Castle. When we arrived at Bardon Mill, our first problem of the day occurred. We were lost. We knew that we were in the right town, but had no idea how to get up to Vindolanda, the ruins of a Roman fort. Fortunately, we came across a group of Scottish hikers who kindly pointed us on our way. After a nice two mile climb we got to walk through the remains of a 2nd century Roman fort. Then it was over to the Roman army museum to learn about the Roman armies that had built the massive wall. After that we got to climb up to the wall itself. I could feel the history swarming around me as I stood atop a 1900 year old Roman wall. From there we had a little problem though. We missed the bus back to Bardon Mill and thought we would miss our train. Travis's cell phone wasn't working and the phone where we were at was out as well. We finally found a phone that would work and managed to call a cab. We caught a cab back to the train station with about 5 minutes to spare before our train arrived and got home on time. My most recent trip was to Ireland, the land of some of my ancestors. In Ireland we started out in Kilarney, a small town in the south. In Kilarney I got to experience some awesome culture. When we arrived it was September 27th. This doesn't mean much to Americans, but it sure does to the Irish. In Ireland September 27th is Arthur's Day. ON this day the Irish celebrate the country's biggest celebrity, Arthur Guinness, the founder of the Guinness Brewery. To celebrate, the Irish head out to their local pub to enjoy a pint of Guinness and some live music. Since I was in Ireland for Arthur's day I decided to involve myself in their celebration. Although I found out that I'm not a big fan of Guinness, the experience of celebrating their holiday with them was a chance of a lifetime. Some friends and I also met some of the locals and got to hang out with them for the night and experience more of the modern Irish culture. The next day I was up early for the Ring of Kerry tour. On the Ring I got to drink authentic Irish Coffee, stop off at an Irish beach, and visit the Kilarney National Forest. Then it was off to Dublin for a day. I didn't like Dublin as much as Kilarney. Where Kilarney is small and quaint, Dublin is large and crowded. I did enjoy getting serenaded by a street performer singing Seven Drunken Nights, a popular Irish pub song. After Dublin it was time for the long trip home which included a stopover in the Welsh town of Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, the town with the longest name in Europe. There I got to listen to a Welshman playing the harp and enjoy some wonderful Welsh chicken. That's about it for the time being. I have Oxford coming up this weekend and some homework to finish. Until next time, stay classy internet.

Living Life on the Edge [Edinburgh, Scotland]

How a weekend getaway turned into a lifetime experience.

By: Gloria Atanmo

When I booked this trip to Scotland, I didn't know what to expect. Sure I’d run into a couple men in skirts kilts and bagpipes; but I had no idea exactly what type of treat I was in for. Besides being forewarned about their "indecipherable accents", I had to prepare myself and learn some key words from the Scottish language. So I asked my friend Josh (who had gone there the week prior), what the percentage was of Scottish people who spoke English. He gives me the blankest stare and says “About 100%”. Oh ignorance, how cute it can be sometimes. Surely I wasn’t the only ill-advised, misinformed, and culturally-challenged soul out there. Leave it to Google to restore some faith in myself and my shared ignorance :)

So as I’m perusing Princes street, I start hearing scattered chants.  Camera in hand, I walk down the hill to the blue sea of Scottish flags and I’m completely floored by what I see. The people, the skirts kilts, the flags, the passion -- all so empowering! I stayed for a couple hours listening to the speeches, making small talk with the locals, and taking in the fact that I am experiencing history as it’s being made. Who knows what will come of this in the future, I just know I picked a good weekend to visit!

Now, living in a place that's constantly compared to the castle of Hogwarts, I thought I’d drop into the Elephant House cafe, which was the very place J.K. Rowling wrote her first couple Harry Potter novels -- getting inspiration from looking out the window towards Edinburgh Castle. How cool is that? It’s a very cute and quaint coffee shop and I'm glad I spent all of 1.5 hours trying to track down this overpriced notorious place. Worth it!

After I’m all rallied out, I decide to go ahead and make that visit to see Arthur -- or his seat, rather. For those that don’t know, Arthur's Seat is a mountain that was once a volcano, and is currently the highest point of Edinburgh, Scotland. A view to die for (almost literally), as it overlooks the entire city and neighboring seas, on the oh-so-very steep climb to the top. The hour-long hike it takes to get there is absolutely NO joke. And when I titled this Living Life on the Edge, you will soon see why.

Sidenote: I have been deathly afraid of heights for as long as I can remember. So I didn’t have any idea how steep the climb would be, nor how close to the edge I would be for a long, long stretch. I had a large tote back on me, less-than-able boots, and my bulky Canon SLR camera to capture the moments along the way. What I thought would be a cute, little stroll through the park mountain hike wasn't at all what I ended up experiencing...

It wasn’t until I got about a third of the way up there (on the steepest stretch) that I started to panic. That vulnerability of being alone while facing your biggest fear, on a mountain, and two wrong steps to my right from experiencing my last moments on earth... it all kind of hit me at once. Mind you, there was still subsiding mud and residue from the rain the prior days, and I had already slipped a few times on the lower steps. What looked like an amazing venture turned into a death trap. There was nobody out in front of me for a few hundred yards, and if there was anybody behind me, they were nowhere in sight either. I was alone. I was exhausted. I was falling into a deep and dark mental hole of fear and doubt, while my emotions are running rampant at this point. The same emotions I had been trying to bottle up for the past month come rushing through my eyes in their salt-water form.

Most people don't know this, but about a week before I departed for Harlaxton in August, my father passed away in a diabetic coma. But during the time, I had to be strong for my mother as she was in the most pain and I knew my emotions wouldn’t help the situation. So I held it in. I stomached the pain. For her. And Harlaxton served as a great way to occupy my mind ever since. But on this day that I climbed Arthur’s Seat, was the same day as my Dad’s Wake-Keeping ceremony back in the states. I know I should’ve been there. All of a sudden, I feel this big hole inside. I missed my family. And all the people who came to Arizona today to celebrate his life and mourn his death. And here I was -- alone. An emotional wreck. Ready to give up on a seamless hike up a mountain. 

Get it together, Glo! 

You didn't climb this far to let your fear and doubt take over -- you MUST continue! And I did. Not for me. For him. MY DAD. Thirty minutes later, I am feeling the victorious flows of energy throughout my body. I am again overwhelmed with emotions; this time a mix of joy and sorrow. I knew coming to Harlaxton wasn’t a mistake. What I didn’t know, was the personal growth and spiritual journeys I’d be encountering along the way. Not everyone gets a chance to experience a "mountain-top" kind of moment. And I am so thankful I did. It was the exact closure I needed and I hope he looked down and saw the message I made for him. What made it even more special was the connection to the internal mountain I've personally been trying to climb in life, and how I was able to live out the very thing I'm battling inside. The feeling is indescribable. 

After I'm done reflecting, I start making my way down, another thing I underestimated the difficulty of. Fast-forward a couple bad decisions later, and I’m straddled between two rocks on opposite sides (because the genius inside saw a small hole of opportunity in this). A very nice lady calls out to me, asking if I need help. Wondering how God answered my silent prayer so quickly, I respond and toss over my large carry-on bag that easily added 30 pounds to my one hundred and blah-blah pound self that I had been lugging around all morning. I’m able to catch my balance and steady myself from there.

We make small talk on the way down and I decide to just follow her because 1) she clearly knew what she was doing and probably had a better route to the ground and 2) I needed someone on stand-by to call the ambulance if I suddenly operated with two left feet again. I’m not sure what it is about traveling independently that I enjoy, but I would say a part of it is forcing myself to come outside of my comfort zone and experience things on my own. The familiarity with the U.S. is nice and all, but I love a good adventure. I’m getting a great vibe from Laura (life-saver from the mountain); she was super sweet and we continued to converse as she insisted on carrying my heavy bag all the way down with her. What a Godsend! She then invited me over for some home-cooked haggis (a traditional Scottish food I would’ve overpaid a restaurant to cook for me) anyway. YES!!! She was also hosting a foreign exchange student, Charlene from Beijing, who was with us on the climb down as well, so it was cool for two out-of-towners to experience a home-made Scottish meal together. Later on, she invited me to a pub with her and her friends that night to watch a local live band -- they were AMAZING! Not to mention she lived in a flat that was 5 minutes from my hostel! Seriously, who set this up behind the scenes. The friendliness I experienced with her was reflected on all of my other encounters with Scottish people. I love how warm and welcoming they are.

Words fail me when it comes to how much I've fallen in love with the European culture. My friends back home joke around that I better not mess around and end up staying here. And while the sentiment is funny, wouldn't it be something to see that come into fruition? Relying on my less than accurate sense of direction, locals, maps, and wi-fi pubs, is a bit more than just a thrill. It's living life on the edge! I’ve met so many amazing people in the last month from Australia, Poland, Italy, Brazil, Paris, Ireland, Scotland, and Spain. And their cultures, their accents, their lifestyles just fascinate me to the highest extent. I’m aware not everyone in their life will get to experience this -- which is why I take in every single moment and capture every single picture I can. Because it’s not about what I experience personally, it’s about what I can pass on to the next person to inspire them to travel, explore, or take a leap outside of their own comfort zone and do something remarkable in life.

Don’t forget to leave comments and feedback! I love hearing from you all and hope you're enjoying this exciting period of my life. Until next time...

Ciao!

Glo

The Search for King Richard III of England

The Search for King Richard III of England

           Richard III ruled England from 1483 until he was slain at the Battle of Bosworth in 1485, fending off the invading army of Henry Tudor. This battle is considered to be the last significant battle of the Wars of the Roses. His body is believed to have been taken to the church of a Franciscan friary known as Greyfriars and buried. However, the location of the church was lost when, in 1538, King Henry VIII abolished the monasteries.

Today archaeologists believe that a car lot in Leicester was once the site of Greyfriars. On 24 August 2012, the University of Leicester and Leicester City Council, in association with the Richard III Society, joined forces in the search for the mortal remains of the King. The archaeology team is led by the University of Leicester Archaeological Services (ULAS), and they are working with British historian Dr. John Ashdown-Hill. Dr. Ashdown-Hill has tracked down the bloodline of Richard III in the 21st century through the use of genealogical research. The archaeologists used ground-penetrating radar to determine the best spots to break ground and during their excavations, they discovered the remains of what they believe to be Greyfriars, the cloisters, and chapter house. Their excavations were focused on the centre of the church, typically the choir area, where it was indicated that Richard was interred.

            The Archaeologists’ Goals:

·          To determine the location of the church on the site and where Richard III’s body might be in the church.

·         To learn more about medieval Leicester as well as learning about Richard III's last resting place.

           It was announced on 12 September 2012, that the archaeologist discovered two skeletons, one female and one adult male. The male skeleton had an arrow-head embedded in its back and received blows to the skull consistent with injuries received in battle. Some sources record Richard III being pulled from his horse and killed with a blow to the head. The skeleton also showed severe scoliosis or curvature of the spine.

 

            Evidence that this skeleton may be that of Richard III is starting to mount up, prompting more investigations and testing. The best clue that links this skeleton to Richard III is the severe scoliosis, which would have made the right shoulder appear higher than the left when the man was alive. However, the skeleton does not have kyphosis, or a hunchback as Richard III has been portrayed in historical, literary and media works. Even if the skeleton does not have kyphosis, the severe scoliosis could in fact be what people at the time thought was a hunched back. Philippa Langley, a member of the Richard III Society, stated that if the skeleton is Richard III his remains will be properly buried in Leicester Cathedral.

            The next step in identifying if this skeleton is, Richard III is DNA testing by Dr. John Ashdown-Hill and his team. The testing will take up to twelve weeks to complete. There will be more news to come.

Websites on the News Articles

1) http://www.cbc.ca/news/technology/story/2012/09/12/sci-richard-third-remains.html

2) http://www.thisisleicestershire.co.uk/Richard-III-dig-Eyes-world-Leicester-Greyfriars/story-16893072-detail/story.html

3) http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-leicestershire-19561018

4) http://www.pakistantoday.com.pk/2012/08/28/news/entertainment/richard-iii-may-be-buried-under-parking-lot/

5) http://www.guardian.co.uk/science/2012/sep/12/canadian-descendant-richard-iii-dna

Adventure is worthwhile. --Amelia Earhart

Adventure is worthwhile?

I have proof.

Every day, every moment has been an experience.  My journal, camera, facebook page, and mind are overflowing with memories.  Some are small (two British ladies told my friend and I that our accents were lovely!) and some are rather large (I went to the Paralympics!).  I've been here nearly a month, and the priceless memories I've had are already too many to count.  I'll share some of my favorites, showing that adventure is truly worthwhile.

I'll start with my semester home.  I don't mind bragging about my British Castle.  I actually live here, in the grand Harlaxton Manor!  It's still hard to believe.  I walk through history every day and have classes in gorgeous state rooms.  I study in the stunning conservatory and outside, overlooking the manor and beautiful Harlaxton grounds.  Pictures don't even do this building and grounds justice.

My camera is my almost constant companion.  I never know when a photo opportunity may arise!

Although my summer was mostly filled with talk of travel, I am also excited about my classes.  Call me a nerd, but I love learning.  And here, it isn't difficult; in fact, it's impossible not to learn from simple everyday experiences!  I am becoming more familiar with English customs and word differences.  Now I top up my mobile instead of adding minutes to my cell.  I don't jump the queue instead of not cutting in line.  I now respond appropriately when asked "ya alright?" instead of wondering if I look blue.  A new country sure comes with fun challenges!

My first travel experience (except the trip over the ocean!) was to London.  I took a train for the first time, as well as the underground train system in London, the tube.  And I completed one of my London goals:  ride on the top of a red double-decker bus!  The red buses, red telephone booths, and Pret a Manger restaurants were everywhere!  If I try to sum up London in a word, I come up with FABULOUS.  I saw so much but yet so little!  I'm convinced I would have to stay at least a month to see it all.

The first evening there, my friend and I walked the less than 10-minute walk from where we were staying to Westminster Abbey, Westminster Cathedral, Big Ben, and Parliament.  I was pleasantly surprised it was all so close together!  Seeing these places at night was simply beautiful.

On Friday, I spent the entire day at the Paralympics!  This was definitely an opportunity of a lifetime.  My friends and I watched sitting volleyball, judo, table tennis, and powerlifting.

 There was high energy and country pride galore in the venue!  I was truly inspired by these athletes.  They completed great feats, and several events left me with my mouth hanging open.

I was fortunate to get to see a medal ceremony following a judo competition (though even after watching a couple of hours throughout the day, I still do not understand the sport!).  Witnessing the athletes receive their medals, watching the flags of their countries lower, and hearing the winning national anthem play was a priceless experience.

The next day, I was able to continue my Paralympics excitement by attending a celebration in Trafalgar Square.  Live bands rotated with live coverage of the events.  It was awesome to be amongst the shouts of "team GB!" and to see so many people gathered together for the great event.

I'm convinced London can never get boring.  We simply walked through the streets, through Piccadilly Circus, on Regent Street, and through central London.  The buildings were just beautiful, and I simply loved the atmosphere.  It was cheap, cultural entertainment!  One of my favorite moments was meeting an artist at the Covent Garden marketplace, buying one of his prints, asking him to sign it and getting a picture with him.  We had a lovely conversation, and this is one of my favorite parts of studying abroad:  connecting with others, bonding over the fact that we are unique individuals and valuing and learning from our differences.  Ah, souls interacting!  I love it.

We ended our visit by seeing the changing of the guards at Buckingham Palace.  Just writing that makes it hit me again.  I saw the changing of the guards at Buckingham Palace.  Holy cow.

I'm being silly and holding a Buckingham Palace guard!

Back at the manor, life is anything but ordinary.  Yes, I go to class, but the learning continues in every moment.  I always have something to look forward to.  Later posts will continue the excitement!

Signing out from Harlaxton Manor--
cheers!

Our first 3 weeks in England!

Yes-- that's the view from my new bedroom window. WOW is all I can say. Words can't even do it justice so I'll let the picture talk for itself. It's only been 3 weeks into the semester, but it feels like I have been here for months. We have already done so much in such a short period of time, and there is still so much to come before this amazing semester ends. I still cannot believe I'm living and studying in England, the place I have always dreamed of visiting. I never imagined I would actually be living here.... and in a MANOR! Or as I like to refer to it as my castle (which everyone back home HATES, but I love it). I'm still trying to get used to waking up for 8:30am British Studies lecture, which is quite difficult for someone who has never had a college class before 11am. And living in the same room with 3 girls is definitely different. But honestly, who could complain. Just take a look outside your window and any little problem you think you have feels like it doesn't even matter.

Harlaxton Sunset

After settling in after a long and exhausting Thursday and Friday, we had a High Table Dinner on Saturday. We were introduced to the faculty and staff of Harlaxton. Also, the students got to talk and know each other with the random seating arrangements. This is where I met almost all of the friends I have today. I'm very thankful that we had this dinner because I came here not knowing anybody, and I met people that night I know will be life-long friends.

(from the left) Morgan Stone, Me (Courtney Leer), Dayna Johnson, Nikki Woolston

Bag Pipe at Dinner

And of course after the dinner ended, we decided to venture out into Grantham to see what the night life was about. We went to Gravity (night club), Bar Code (which was recommended by our Street Car driver), and then The Late Lounge. We met many some new friends from Grantham that night, too.

The next weekend after classes started, we left for London. On Thursday night, we departed from the manor and drove to London by coach. Once we got to London, we marched up the hill to our hostel. This was my first experience staying in a hostel. From the movies and stories others had about hostels, it was safe to say that I was not only nervous, but pretty scared! Luckily, my hostel stay was neither scary nor nerve-wracking. Our room fit 12 girls, with bunk beds 3 people high. It also had one shower, two sinks, and two outlets-- definitely not my favorite part about the hostel, but we were so busy having fun it didn't even matter. 

After we got settled in our hostel (more like threw our stuff into the cubby and took off) we were all starving and wanted to find a place to eat. Then, realizing it was nearly 11pm and all the pubs were closed, we decided on McDonald's. And that was probably the best idea of our entire stay because guess who else decided to eat McDonald's... in London..... at the same time......and same place. HARRY STYLES. Yes, of One Direction. My roommate, Emily, even has proof.

The next morning, Rebecca Kish and I decided to explore London. We took the tube, bright and early (6AM), to go to the Paralympics. Sit-down volleyball, men's judo, and table tennis were the Excel events we decided to watch. 

sit down volleyball

After spending a few hours there, we took the London Underground to the Camden markets. This is where we ate and shopped. And let me say- the markets in Camden were GREAT.

After we were done exploring Camden, we made our way to the heart of London to take a ride on the London Eye. The views and photographs we got while riding were absolutely beautiful. And luckily the waiting time was not as bad as we thought, considering the line was extremely long.

And on the way back to the hostel from The Eye, we were figuring out which train we needed to take back to the hostel and saw a man that was letting people hold an Olympic Torch from the London 2012 games. How cool?! Of course I HAD to get a picture with it! 

On Saturday we decided to take the Red Bus Tour and visits various sites, such as the Houses of Parliment, Westminster Abbey, Big Ben, and of course, my favorite, Buckingham Palace. I was so excited to see the changing of the guards, but it was not happening the day we went. I'm hoping when I go back with my mother in early October I will get to see them, and maybe Prince William & Harry (I could only wish).... But then again we did run into One Direction, so ANYTHING is possible in London!

Riding around London on the Red Bus

Buckingham Palace

And what is coming to England and NOT taking a red phone booth picture. You just have to.

 

So then after a full day of London sightseeing, we decided to have a little fun and attend the Camden Pub Crawl. We heard it was the best pub crawl in London, so our course we had to make an appearance. We were nervous after hearing it was mostly just tourists who attend the crawl because we wanted to meet people from England, too. That was not the case, though. There were people from London and surrounding areas, too. 

Finally, we left London early Sunday morning and made our way to Hampton Court Palace and Runnymede (Magna Carta). After spending a few hours at those places, we came back to our home to get ready for classes bright and early Monday morning. It was a great weekend in London. I am in love with the city and I cannot wait to go back!