Joys of fifteen week classes smashed into three weeks. Oxford is. A bit like it was in the summer although I think more people are here this time around.
Yet another story from abroad: the first freezing cold weekend of traveling the Miami pack went to Brussels and Bruges (a fairytale of a city filled with chocolate shops). One night instead of listening to the odd Canadian electronic duo light show performance on the first floor of our hostel, Anna and I decided to get waffles and wine at midnight. It was our first weekend away and I wouldn’t trade that little “dinner” for anything.
I also remember the first time we got off the train and into. A city where. We didn’t know the language, had no phones and not a big sense of how to find our hostel. It was the most victorious feeling getting to the hostel using just a paper map.
everyday expeditions 