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Christmas in America

Last year, my parents made the long haul across the pond to come visit me in the UK for Christmas. It was great to have them here, but some of us didn’t enjoy the atmospheric deploring gloom and  despairing lack of sunlight that the UK has to offer this time of year. In return, I made the trip home this year and took Kait with me, checking off her first trip to America! She was as excited as a puppy when it came to this trip, and showed her excitement in much of the same way. The trip was short, but we managed to fit a lot of  “American” activities in.

Welcome Home

First and foremost, we had to take a trip to Kroger to make a few purchases: a 64 oz bottle of my favorite BBQ sauce, a bottle of Buffalo wing sauce, 10 lbs of flour to bake with, and candy — American candy. Since you can get a lot of things in the UK, there were only a few things Kait needed to try, namely, Crunch and 3 Musketeers. Perplexed at first, she seems to approve.

Boating

To the bewilderment of my father, Kait took her first boat ride, EVER, on our second day home. Some of us got in smaller boats than others, but we decided to enjoy the best of the weather that the forecast had to offer and ride around Lake Murray.  After the boat ride, we waited diligently until it got dark to visit Saluda Shoal’s Christmas lights. For 14 years now, a public recreation center has put up a drive through lights display, sponsored by various local businesses. This is always a holiday favorite of mine and is one of many stops we like to make on our holiday light tourism route. Unfortunately, one major stop has stopped putting up their lights, but seeing that they put so much work into it with very help, I can understand why they stopped.

Christmas Eve Baking

On Christmas eve, two significant events happened. First, to the bewilderment of my mother, Kait attended her first church service. This was a bit of a reverse-culture-shock to many of the women in my mother’s friend group to find that other people in the world don’t attend church religiously, or at all. The second thing that happened, arguably more monumental, was my mother tried some of my bread after a year and a half of a no carb diet!

I took my sourdough starter home and baked bread over the holiday. I made a loaf of bread for a party, pizza dough, and three dozen bread rolls to split between my family and my neighbors. It was a big hit and probably one of the better pizza crusts I made.

Christmas Day

This year, Christmas day had three notable events. Upon waking up at 7am, I proceeded to start my baking of the bread rolls and had rolls to my neighbors at 8:30 am — they didn’t know what hit them! The second notable event was the slow migration to the presents was late this season, occurring at a record late 10:00am. Lastly, we had Christmas day lunch/dinner with our neighbors, which was a pleasure to get to host them and spend time with them.

Boxing Day

On boxing day, we spent the day walking around downtown

Charleston, SC

Kait and I took a day to ourselves to go explore Charleston, but as with every good road trip, you need to start your day with a good breakfast, of Chick-fil-a chicken biscuits. Kait had been giving me crap for months over what a “biscuit” is… She finally got to see for herself and she enjoyed it, although it confused her. We decided she could understand it as a buttermilk scone for the rest of her life, and I will know it for all its glory, a buttered biscuit.

With the biscuit-affair out of the way, we were on our way to downtown Charleston to see the markets and Waterfront park. I’m not sure if Kait had it in for me or something, but all I could seem to get of her was pictures of her walking away from me! I was finally able to catch up to her and get a picture with her at the pineapple fountain though. We met up with a good friend of mine for lunch, Jake, before heading off to see the Citadel, Rainbow Road, and the Battery. We hit some southern breakfast food at Rarebit and head home to see Star Wars.

One of the things I learned was that pineapples are a sign of hospitality in the South. To quote from Southern Living:

The ability of a hostess to have a pineapple adorn her dining table for an important event said as much about her rank in society as it did about her ingenuity. These beautiful fruits were in such high demand, but so hard to get, that colonial confectioners would often rent them to households by the day. Later, the same fruit was sold to other, more affluent clients who actually ate it. While fruits in general–fresh, dried, candied and jellied–were in great demand, the pineapple was the true celebrity. Its rarity, expense, and striking beauty made it the ultimate exotic fruit. Visitors confronted with pineapple-topped food displays felt particularly honored by a hostess who obviously spared no expense to ensure her guests’ dining pleasure. In this manner, the image of the pineapple came to express the sense of hospitality characteristic of gracious home gatherings.

Star Wars Episode VIII

Kait and I tried to see the movie after coming back from Charleston. Unfortunately it was sold out, so we picked ourselves off and begin to head home when I overheard a dad telling his kids and their friends that they couldn’t see Star Wars because it sold out. I was crushed for him, but there was nothing we could do for them since we were in the same boat as well. We just tried again the next day after lunch with two childhood friends of mine, Kristen and Liz, who both happen to be in Europe as well (Oxford and France respectively).

Star Wars Episode VIII… as for the movie itself, I’ll air my grievances  in another post… Kait got the largest size popcorn she could though. Had to make the trip worth it somehow…

Popcorn
Popcorn

Korean Food

One of my good friends invited me to go to dinner with him at the best Korean restaurant in all of SC: Korean O-bok Restaurant. Man, that place is great. Their grilled bulgogi is out of this world. Would highly recommend.

Basketball and Margaritas

On our last full day in the states, my brother got us tickets to the Winthrop Basketball Game vs High Point University. As a team manager, one of the perks is that he can “get us in” on the “VIP list”, which, honestly let us walk by the giant line of people waiting to get in. Afterwards, we went to a Mexican restaurant (or at least the South’s take on Mexican food — which is better than the UK’s to be fair). Since my mother had been here before, and she wasn’t driving thankfully, she decided to get a “Margarita Grande” without checking the menu. She got a fish bowl. A fish bowl full of margarita. We were impressed that she walked out of the restaurant.

Waffle House

The last fine dining location she needed to visit was, of course, Waffle House. She seems to have enjoyed her breakfast… it may have just been the coffee she was missing… who knows.

Waffle House
Waffle House

The biggest thing I wish I had was a few more days to spend with my friends. It’s a bit hard to be so far away from them and get so little time with them… But I’ve been fortunate to make such good friends here, and am happy to be back with them.

The trip ends here, where Kait and I pack ourselves in the steel tube called a plane and head home to start another year. This year was good, but I’m excited to see what 2018 brings.

Friends from Home, take 3: Kelsey!

This week was a very special week as one of my longest and closest friends came to visit. Kelsey took her spring break to fly into London to spend a whole week with me! Yes, but why? Good question. I can barely stand to spend time with myself as it is, why would anyone fly 4,000 miles to voluntarily spend 9 days with me. She probably just had frequent flyer miles that were about to expire.

She few into London on Friday and went around and toured different museums while I finished off my work that afternoon. We had arranged to meet when my train got in around 6 at King’s Cross. To be honest, it really wasn’t real that I was getting to spend that time with her until I was able to spot her, dazed and exhausted, in between a few people at the station.  We welcomed each other with a warm embrace as if no time had passed since I last seen her. In fact, it had been exactly a year since I had seen her.

We got to do a lot in London over that weekend, even having a productive day on Sunday before heading to Cambridge. We ate dinner at an Asian fusion restaurant and then turned in early Friday night. Saturday was seeing Big Ben, Westminster, Green Park, Buckingham Palace, Trafalgar Square, St. Paul’s Cathedral, Millennium Bridge and London Tower all in one day! Kelsey got to see her friend from Clemson, Katie, and hang out for the afternoon. Before heading in for the night, we were able to walk around a giant mall at Sheppard’s bush. It’s YYUUUUGGGGE, the biggest. Jokes aside, it was so huge and filled with such fancy stores that it was just out of this world. It was a neat and mesmerizing walk.

Sunday we walked around Notting Hill, which was amazing. It reminded us of the prettier parts of Charleston and me of some of the quieter parts of places like Wilmington. The colors were lovely. I was able to capture what our trip looked like.

Typical image of us.

After Notting Hill, we went and rode the London Eye, which was much better than the Brazilian guy made it out to be. I enjoyed it during the day as much as I did during the evening* when I went with my family. After that, we headed back via Waterloo station where Kelsey proceeded to run into a bollard while taking a photo followed closely by me wearing half my sparkling water from Pret. We were on a roll there for that 20 minutes. After that we headed to a store that her friend point us to and stumbled across a place called Kingly Court. A neat little place that we immediately decided was going to be where we came back to eat next weekend.

Since I had Head of the River to prepare for, our mornings in Cambridge were much earlier than either of us really wanted them to be. I’d leave her in the morning, cox my crew to victory, then head to work before meeting her for lunch. Our favorite lunch was probably Peterhouse. It wasn’t so much the food as the fact that we showed up too early and spent 15 minutes walking around the gardens that I didn’t know existed.

Thursday night, Kelsey attended her first Formal Hall. Connor was able to book us, him, and his mom  as part of the Engineering Formal Dinner for Churchill and they sat us away from them.  We had a great time with good food and even better company.

Friday we went into London and I was kind enough to bring her stuff in for her so she didin’t have to carry it around all day… I figured this meant her suit case but I found a backpack when I came back for her stuff. -.- So I traveled to London on the train with her backpack, my backpack, and her suitcase – I was a sight to have been seen. We had our dinner at Kingly court and a restaurant called Brown and Whyte.

Saturday morning we had time before Kelsey had to head to the airport, so we went out for a late breakfast/brunch. I couldn’t convince her to order one herself, but I ordered the full English breakfast and got to show her what it was. She seemed convinced that she wouldn’t eat that much food for an entire day as I devoured the plate in front of me.

After our breakfast we had some time before she had to leave so we walked around a park near our AirBnB. It was interesting to sit and watch families in the park. The dogs that played and were well trained, the one that was not so well trained and ran off as the owners casually watched and followed later. It was interesting to see how independent the children were, riding around on their scooters – a stark difference between US and UK parents.

After the park, we walked to the tube station and headed our separate ways – her to the airport and me back towards King’s Cross. It was sad to watch her ride away on the Tube, but it’s nice knowing she’ll be back in May! Until next time!

 

*Evening = 4:30 when it got dark…

 

Friends from Home, Take 2: Mackenize

This weekend, I had the lovely opportunity to host a friend from USC, Mackenize, as he finished off his spring break Europe trip.

This was the first time I was able to show someone from home a true tidbit of my life here in Cambridge. When he got in, we picked up food and then went to a Tequila tasting event at Claire College’s MCR Bar where he got to meet a lot of my chemical engineering friends. On Sunday, we had a couple friends take us to brunch at King’s College – a first trip to their dining hall for both of us. This was just after the International Women’s day celebration Hall and all the portraits of the men were covered by cardboard. A neat but worthless and meaningless gesture IMO. We all toured their chapel and went for ice cream. That afternoon, I headed out for rowing (preparing for Head of the River!) while he continued to explore town and figured out how he was getting back home. Our evening was filled with some good food and watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail, something I had been meaning to do since arriving.

Monday morning was more rowing (he really got the full experience here) and hanging out with Mack before he had to head off. We meandered around the city and stopped for lunch before we had to say goodbye. As always, it was a pleasure to get to spend time with him. Can’t wait to see him next.

New Years and Barcelona

Over the last few days of 2016 and for the beginning of 2017, I had my first friend visit, Josh. Unfortunately, unforeseen to me, all of the colleges were closed for break, which I learned while my family was here. So, instead of touring around the colleges, we spent a lot of time reading, working out, and playing Halo. Josh seemed open to this, even though I doubt it was his ideal version of the trip.

For new years, we skipped out on going to London and stayed in Cambridge, hanging out with some Gates students to ring in the new year. The company was great, games fun, and drinks plentiful. Sadly, we didn’t do anything to watch a count down. I don’t think this is because the countdown is not as big of a deal here as in the US, I think this was just more we didn’t make an effort to find it online. Instead, someone just counted down from ten off their phone, we all chanted, declared happy new year, and blissfully put 2016 and its problems behind us for the evening. Some people scoffed at this notion, reminding us that yesterday’s problems aren’t solved by the turn of a calendar, we drunkenly asked them to let us have the night and to remind us tomorrow.

After recovering on New Year’s Day, myself, Josh, Alex and Marisa flew to Barcelona to escape the grey blanket and see some sun and blue skies for a few days before returning to work. Immediately, I wished I understood more Spanish, a feeling that has been growing with my encounter with more international students. The city was lovely and the food was amazing, but I couldn’t help but feel like a pampered guest in the city. People talk about Barcelona as the nightlife where everyone parties until the break of dawn, which is not the side of Barcelona or any culture I want to see.

Some of the coolest stuff that I did see was the idea of how much history did occur in Barcelona, with the Catalonians and the explorers. Standing on the same steps where Columbus would have walked to ask for money or have returned with Native Americans was quite a powerful thought. I learned to look up free walking tours where you tip your guide at the end. These were fun and informative.  We took a Paella cooking class where we took part in preparing and cooking Paella and making Sangria. Josh made a great bartender. Lastly, I look forward to touring la Sagrada de Familia on the inside instead of just the outside.

P.S. Only buy drinks on a crash!

Gates Cambridge Weekend

The Gates Cambridge weekend was truly one of a kind. The group of individuals are all dedicated deeply to their work and won’t be satisfied until they make a difference at the end of the day.

If I were to recreate a team building exercise, it would be heavily based off of the formula that the scholars set in motion: Lots of activities, lots of time together, but not tiresome. But, in all fairness, it would be really hard to recreate such an environment for two reasons: (1) we didn’t know each other before Friday and (2) over half of us are from very diverse backgrounds.

We were all strangers on Friday morning. The 90 new scholars plus the 15 returning scholars who made the weekend possible resulted in about 5,350 handshakes, assuming the returning scholars all knew each other and no one shook hands twice (which totally happened — I introduced myself to several people two or three times, even in the same day). Each handshake went a long with an introduction that went something like “Hi, I’m Eric. What’s your name? … Nice to meet you; what are you studying, and are you MPhil or PhD? .. Fantastic, where are you from? … Neat, I’ve never been there before. What college are you in?”  It honestly got a little repetitive to hear yourself speak those words and answer in return, but you were meeting such an interesting and diverse group of people, it was enjoyable. The hardest part was keeping all the names and faces straight…

The diversity of the group of strangers made the ice breakers quite enjoyable. Here’s a list of some of the questions that were used, each question with a different, group of people:

  • How many unique countries has your group lived in?
  • How many unique languages can you speak?
  • How many siblings do you have as a group?

Honestly, these questions would be duds with friends back home. The answer would be one, two, and something irrelevant because I already counted before anyone in the group needed to speak. That honestly is no fun, but with this group, the answers were so unique with people who know ancient Greek and Latin, who know 7 languages, who had families with twelve siblings, all of which you’d never have known just by walking into that room.

The weekend trip to Ambleside was just one giant continuation of our introductions — it was a chance to talk about our projects, our coursework, our backgrounds, etc. in greater detail while doing things like rock climbing, gorge scrambling (trekking through a flowing river), kayaking, and hiking. There were more games, dancing, food, and of course, alcohol. The surprise that was planned for us on Monday night was sure a pleasurable one, and was only made more fun by the fact that it wasn’t revealed, so in turn, it won’t be revealed here.

All in all, the weekend was quite indescribable. A group of strangers were thrown together in small rooms, buses, kayaks, and hostel rooms and came out the other side great friends, close friends. The only bad part about the weekend is that it ended — the holiday of fun and games with 100 friends had to come to an end — and there will be very few times where you’re gonna be with even a quarter of them again.

A somewhat random occurrence was the fact that I got to meet Craig Mathieson, the current “Explorer-in-Residence’ by the Royal Scottish Geographical Society, and hear all about his life story and the work that he does with the Polar Academy. He seeks out a group of the “forgotten children” — the one’s who are average kids who feel like they can’t accomplish anything great in their lifetime —  as he put it and trains them to run their own polar exploration. It seemed to be a very neat and life changing experience for those who were strong enough to be selected.

All pictures together:

New York, Washington DC, and MD

Over this week, I was able to make a trip to NYC, Washington DC, and Maryland for an exciting series of hellos and goodbyes to some friends and family.

My adventure started with Josh and Cyrus (now known as Whisper and Speedy) as we departed on an overnight bus from South Carolina to New York City, a roughly 750 mile and 14 hour journey riddled with paranoid intoxicated passengers, numerous uncomfortable sleeping positions, and a climate so cold it could have frozen a polar bear solid. Regardless of what our new friend Anthony thought about the driver’s choice to tailgate or take a path that resembled a bumper-ed bowling ball at a child’s 5th birthday party, we made it safe and sound.

The three of us proceeded to spend the day together purchasing a few final things for their upcoming trek at REI, exploring the Metropolitan Museum of Art (which we so large that it made us feel like we were skipping and skimming everything quicker than the kid who forgot his reading quiz was today on the 300 page book he didn’t read), listening to live jazz in central park, and exploring Times Square. I was excited that they chose to spend the day with me before they continued on to Maine the next day to start their next adventure: Hiking the Appalachian Trail. You, like myself, can follow their adventure on their blog where they will post their adventure and have a link to a shared folder of uploaded pictures: jcontheat.wordpress.com (which I like to vocalize as JC on THEAT) They have my thoughts for their constant safety and wellness, but I fully trust them to be adequately (mostly) prepared.

I was lucky enough to spend a few more days in NYC with a friend who just started her doctorate at Cornell. After saying my farewell to Josh and Cyrus (admittedly fighting back weird condensation formations around my eyes at the fact that I won’t seem two of my best friends for a significant amount of time), I began to explore NYC on my own. I headed downtown and got to see Wall Street, the iconic bull, battery park, the Ground Zero memorial, and then headed up for a peaceful afternoon in Riverside Park and Central park before meeting Wola for dinner and taking the Staten Island Ferry past the Statue of Liberty that night.

The next morning, we fought the NY metro — got on the wrong direction, changed platforms, and then unknowingly got on a train headed the same direction — before purchasing the last two tickets to the sold out 2pm showing of Wicked, my first ever Broadway show. I’m not a huge musical fan — the idea of a sing-song storytelling method doesn’t appeal to me — but I really enjoyed Wicked. It was a well performed and put together show from the score, the art, and the casting — it surpassed my expectations and I thoroughly enjoyed it. We ended our day by visiting Grand Central Station, walking across the Brooklyn Bridge and getting late night pizza.

After a great three days, I had to end my first visit and take a bus to Washington DC where I’d meet my family out in Maryland. I read most of the way and was able to finish the book I was reading on my tablet. I had a wonderful visit with my family — a much slower pace, but everything I wanted that trip to be. I ate and drank while sharing stories of my adventures over the last few years while listening to all the new stories about the new additions to the family. We watched Donald Trump run his mouth at a million miles an hour and dig himself a political hole. I got to spend time with my cousin and his family, spending time at a cookout with them where we swam and ate food.

I was able to meet my friend from school in Washington DC for a day. Kevin showed me all of the coolest things at the Air and Space museum before we walked around the National Mall, played pool at the underground “Rocket Bar”, and got ourselves a little carried away on one too many cocktails at “the Brick and Mortar” bar watching Olympic Soccer (By the way, I give Brick and Mortar a glowing endorsement — a fantastic atmosphere with great drinks and bartenders).

Unfortunately, my exciting week trip had to come to an end with a long bus ride from DC to SC, where I arrived at 4am.

San Francisco

Golden Gate Bridge, owned photo
Golden Gate Bridge, owned photo

Over the last week, I was able to travel to San Francisco and spend time with friends that I’ve made from school and summer internships. It was a truly fantastic time both reconnecting with friends as well as connecting with new ones. Discussing our lives, our stories, experiences, opinions, and future plans with vigor and excitement made me even more anxious to begin the new chapter in my life — attending grad school.

Some of the most exciting things that we did was getting to see the Golden Gate Bridge in a variety of weather. Although it’s not the most exciting thing to watch the clouds descend over the towers, it made for a pretty awesome picture. Another thing that was gorgeous to see was the Palace of Fine Arts, a wonderful structure built in 1915 and later rebuilt after it was destroyed. This towering structure is finely decorated in a style from ancient Greece. Lombard Street, the iconic hairpin turns, was also beautifully in bloom while we were there.

Palace of Fine Arts
Palace of Fine Arts, owned photo

In addition to spending time in SF, I was able to tour the UC Berkeley campus and Stanford campus while contacting both new and old friends. I look forward to furthering friendships of everyone I saw this week.

As excited as I am, I’m also very disappointed to leave friends and family behind to move away; that’s what makes every moment spent and memory made cherishable. I try not to be too sad over something like this but, never-the-less, it does hurt. Oh well, that’s the way the rabbit skips…

House on Lombard Street
House on Lombard Street, owned photo

Old Age, Life, and Death

This past weekend I was able to travel and visit my family and grandmother out of state. Unfortunately, my grandmother is physically limited and requires the attention given at a nursing home.

Her ability to walk was lost many years ago; her body is weak such that basic functions, like sitting up straight, eating, and using the restroom, are nearly impossible for her to do on her own. Her ability to form thoughts is impaired by a mixture of old age and mind clouding medicines to relieve pain. She’s not the most capable person here, but she’s also not the least.

While joining her for lunch, it becomes very clear who is higher functioning and who requires more assistance. Some are able to eat on their own, some must be woken up and spoon fed only to fall back asleep.

I watched an interaction between two residents as they attempted to pick up a fallen napkin. The struggle was a good thing to watch and showed they were still living. The man was noticed the napkin and began a series of efforts to retrieve the napkin, shifting his wheelchair around, reaching down but unable to touch the napkin. The woman next to him had a good laugh when she told him to stick his gum to a stick and collect the napkin that way. She eventually engaged in this mental and physical challenge to ascertain the lost paper.

As sad as it was to see two unable to reach the floor from their seats, it was good to see them able to recognize the challenge and attempt to solve the problem. Others here, unable to lift their eyes or forks, seem dead in their chairs. Would I want to live that way — unable to communicate, form thoughts, feed myself, take care of myself?

When does a person’s life end, and when do they die? An easy answer is of course when the heart beat ends, but that’s too simple. The end isn’t that cut and dry.

Are people who are unable to form thoughts living? If they require two or three other people’s time to complete basic functions without being able to comprehend what is occurring and what others are doing for them, are they even alive? It’s hard to watch people suffer without being able to think or create in their mind.

I’ll be walking around the cemetery near here, thinking about how many people have died well before they enter that pine box.

First Visit to Cambridge

This is at the end of a week of an amazing opportunity. As I had never been to Cambridge or the UK, the South Carolina Honors College offered to support a trip to see what I got myself into… I came here with a few objectives: (1) meet my lab group (2) figure out the Robinson College graduate housing (3) learn about the University and its history (4) figure out miscellaneous living questions and (5) take a picture for mom so she can do the graduation announcement like she wants it.

After a typical overnight flight – a few moments of sleep, abysmal food, battling the temperature – I arrived in Heathrow and began my journey to Cambridge through the tube (metro) and the train system. All of this was much easier in English than it was in German my first time arriving in Germany. I picked up a SIM card and plugged it into my phone, which mean I have been connected to the web like every other college student around and have no trouble looking things up to get myself figured out in a bind – a big comfort and makes wandering around a new place a little easier.

I checked into Sidney Sussex College where I’m spending the week and spent the rest of the day exploring the town, watching punts (flat bottom boats on the Cam River) collide, being startled by traffic passing me on the other side of the road and seeing little kids in the driver’s (left) seat as they passed, and meandered my way out to look at Robinson College. Unsure if the college was actually open to the public, I left the exploration for Sunday.

Since I was fed prisoner’s food for breakfast, and was on the train during lunch, I held out as long as I could for an early dinner at… Nando’s. I think I confused the girl bringing the food when I ordered a half chicken with two sides for just me. Hey – it was only 1500 calories in one sitting but basically all I ate that day.

After experiencing a traditional English breakfast in Sidney Sussex’s castle of a dining hall, the ceiling of which is decorated in ornate gold leaf artwork, I spent the morning reading in Jesus Gardens by the river and made my way to Robinson College to have a look around for real. Although the architecture is not the “castle” and “gothic” style like St. John’s or Trinity, I think it’s more fitting for me. Robinson College is the newest college in Cambridge, immediately allowing women membership upon opening; the people that I talked to around the college seemed more open and kind than I expected – quite similar to the “Southern Hospitality” feel.

Monday I decided to drop in, unannounced, to the Gates Cambridge offices to say hello and ask a couple questions. They were surprised to see me, but happy to spend some time chatting with me before their meeting. The rest of Monday was spent with Dr. Kevin Lewis from USC. He took the time to show me around and tell me stories of when he was here, the history of some of the buildings, walk me through the churches of St. John’s and Trinity, share a pint with me, host me at dinner at Wolfson College, and spend the evening with me. It was an absolutely pleasant time and really began to give Cambridge a sense of ‘home’ by meeting people and spending time with a group of people.

Similar to how I did the Gates’ office, I dropped in on Robinson College as well to answer my questions about housing. They were kind enough to show me around the common areas of the graduate housing as well as take me through the college to show me around. I spent some time walking around the city center again, stopping in shops to begin purchasing Cambridge things – both for myself as well as family and friends. I also decided to participate in the local food of “Fish and Chips” at one of the more recommended restaurants.  After a minor hiccup of being the only table in the downstairs seating and thus was forgotten about, my meal was delicious and I look forward to eating there again, just not downstairs.

I also decided to go to the movies here, Arts Picturehouse, and see the movie “Stalker”, a Russian film with English subtitles. For a film with so many questions and so few answers, it is strikingly impactful. The visual elements create a reason to dive deeply, in thought, into the movie in a way that I have not experienced in another movie.

Wednesday was left for more exploring and meeting a current Gates Scholar, Ian. As it turns out, we lived in the same neighborhood, just down the street from each other in Gig Harbor, WA. I was in preschool at the time and he was in elementary school, so there was little reason for us to have met at the time before I moved away… but what are the odds. It only took 17 years, both of us wining a Gates Scholarship, and coming to Cambridge for us to meet; what a small world it is…

I think the last point to mention is the weather and how it’s not that bad – at least right now. The days seem to follow a pretty consistent cycle: cold mornings with drizzling rain and dark clouds, clears up around mid to late morning, cloudy afternoon – maybe a sprinkle of rain, ending the day with evening that gets cool. It honestly hasn’t been bad weather, a good windbreaker and an umbrella would do you well.

Today, I set out to answer my complete my final objective – meeting my lab group. With everything else I have encountered, and learned, this week – I can tell that I will be in the exact environment I sought out: an interdisciplinary, intellectually stimulating environment filled with opportunities to travel and experience a wide variety of cultural experiences that I would not have if not for being here. I cannot wait to be back.

My next question to answer… Why are they called punts? No one I’ve asked yet has known.