Happy Friday, World!
This week has been a blur...I don't really know where it went. But there were some definite highlights, so I'll just hit those up and let you go on your way.
Saturday, as I mentioned before, we went to Cambridge with the York St. John University international department. We met up with Paul Chaplin, my RA from last year, who's been living there for five months, and he showed us around. It was a great day, even though it was raining and freezing and I was wearing precisely the wrong shoes for walking around (I'd woken up five minutes after I was supposed to leave to catch the bus, thanks to my alarm clock being analogue and in Roman numerals...).
Sunday was church at St. Thomas with St. Maurice. I love that church so much. I wish I could take it with me back to the states.
After church five of us went to the Bratts' house for Sunday dinner/lunch. So much food. So much delicious food. And I love those people. Such a good day.
A little while after that was tea and toast (a
fortnightly tradition at St. T's) which was mostly inhabited by Calvin students, but it was great to talk to everyone about their spring break plans, and talk to Stephen, Laura, and Hannah, who go to St. T's and organized the event. Stephen used to work on the railways before he became a vicar, I guess, and he has some great stories about the old steam trains (including the Hogwarts Express! He rode the real thing!) and is generally just a great and funny guy.
Monday, we went to Leeds. [Insert excitement here.] It was fun, but I'm kind of sick of talking about it. We saw the Royal Armoury Museum and the Leeds Art Museum, which were fun to see in conjunction with each other, because there was some interesting overlap between the wartime exhibits in the art museum and the parallel exhibits in the Royal Armoury. And both were free. Brilliant.
Tuesday...Wednesday...
Thursday! (This one's a long one...)
A bunch of us went to the National Railway Museum on Tuesday to ride the Hogwarts Express (just the engine was available, since the cars are just regular steam-engine cars, as I understand it), and while we were there, we saw that they had actors dressed up as Harry, Hagrid, and Dumbledore. We didn't manage to get pictures with them, and some people had to leave to be on time for a meeting, so we left without any bounty.
But Lea and I weren't done trying. We went back Thursday morning specifically to get pictures with Harry. That's right; it's a half-hour walk one-way, plus we didn't know how long we'd have to wait for him...you only wish you were this hard core of a fan...of HP impersonators...
We got there around 10:30 because we knew that he would be in the 11:00 magic show and we didn't know if he'd be available for that first bit. Turns out he wasn't, so Lea and I just hung around awkwardly, making jokes about how awkward we felt because this whole NRM wizard week was meant for primary school children on half-term holiday, and there we were, 19 and 21 years old, more excited about this than those kids, just because we wanted to take a picture with a guy who marginally resembled the guy who plays Harry Potter in the movies.
[The Magic show was awful. Totally bastardized all the HP themes, made a fool out of Dumbledore, and made up all sorts of lies about Hogwarts and Muggle-Magic relations. Very not okay.] Then, after the show, the actors said they'd be right back to take pictures with people. This was around 11:20. From 11:25 to 12:00, we stalked Harry. Hard core (parkour! almost...).
[When they came back, Dumbledore was first, and he sot of knocked over the rope line around the little stage right next to where Lea and I were standing--everyone else had left--and he looked at us and said, "That's the Domino theory for you. Except worse." It was funny, but his voice was kind of creepy...] Harry Came out eventually, and we just stared at him. Neither of us had the guts to ask him for a picture, so we were just staring. [He asked if we were using "Muggle image capturing devices." Wtf? Harry was raised by muggles. He knows what cameras are...] He told Lea she looked like a Weasley. Then he walked into the throng of children that had swarmed up behind us. Lea and I, kicking ourselves for not being Gryffindors, followed him as best we could. After a few moments, though, they said they had to go to the other end of the museum. So they cut through the narrow path through the diner that stood in the middle of the room between Queen Victoria's train and a train marked "Winston Churchill" (whether it was his or not, I do not know).
The crowd of children was following them, so Lea and I made to cut around the diner. As Harry Cut in front of us, he looked at us and said, "There are two girls who look just like you back there." We started cracking up. I felt so silly, but it was such a good feeling to laugh at myself for doing something stupid because of a book I've loved for half of my life. I don't know how to explain it...
We walked around the side of the diner, which had half walls with frosted glass at the top that were just at the right height to make it look like we were trying to be sneaky. We probably looked like such creepers as we kept perfect pace with Harry. Once we got to the end, they started taking pictures again, and we tried to get in, but were too cowradly. After a moment, they started working their way back through the diner, so we walked around again, crossed paths yet again, and got funny looks from Harry and Dumbledore. Once they reached the platform stage thing again, they climbed up and started posing. So dumb. Weird looking, too. Like synchronized slow-motion disco.
Then finally, as they made to walk outside, Lea and I both, at least, managed to yell, "Harry! Can we get pictures?" He said, "Sure, just follow us." So we did.
Out into the sunlight, onto the platform of the Hogwarts express, where we finally got our pictures. There were still crowds trying to get pictures with them, but Harry pointed at us and said, "These girls have been following us for a long time." Facepalm. As I took Lea's picture, Dumbledore asked her, "Where are you from?"
"Michigan."
"Oh, that's a long way to travel by broomstick."
Best. Morning. Ever.
Later that night, I made scrumptious homemade mac and cheese using real cheeses, mushrooms, onions, garlic, oregano...ahhhh. There's some left over that I'm having for dinner. I'm exited about that.
And last thing...I cut my own hair. Below is my demonstration of what it looks like.
Tomorrow, we're going to Fountains Abbey and Ripon. And next Thursday, Katri's coming!
There is so much to love about this world. Being this far away from the people and things that I care about, from everything that's familiar, and watching other people's lives unfold without me while I sit in England, feeling like I'm not doing enough to experience the culture...there have been a lot of downer times. With everything awful that's been going on in the world recently, in New Zealand, Libya, Egypt, and daily awfulness that happens everywhere, it's been so easy to see the terrible. Life has never been a squeefest. But this trip is teaching me to appreciate the little things, like the sheer ridiculosity that happens when you cut your own hair, because sometimes they're all you've got.
Granted, England, Harry Potter, Katri's visit, and macaroni leftovers are no little things. We can't forget those, either.
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