Another amazing weekend

A quick rundown of my weekend:
Friday (no classes on fridays) after the gym I went on a walk with Melissa and Liam from my house. We went on a quest to find Shake-Away's, a milkshake place with (get this) 150 different kinds of milkshakes. Yeahh. They're not icecreamy like in the states, they're just sort of milky, and then they add basically anything in the world to it. So I had a Cadburry Egg milkshake. It's our new Friday tradition, so next week I might try Nutella or Oreo or banana. There are plenty of thinks you WOULDN'T want to try, like liccorice, blueberry nutrigrain bar, or Wheetabix, which is a healthy cereal. So that is our weekly treat.

Saturday was one of the UK's Heritage days...when lots of things are open and free admittance. So Melissa and I got up early and walked to some of those places in Bath. The coolest was the Masonic Hall. I felt like I was some privileged scholar learning the secrets of the Da Vinci Code. 364 days a year it's closed to anyone who's not a Mason. But inside I learned a lot and saw some of the world's oldest photographs (not THE oldest but from the same few years) and the world's oldest gas appliance (older than the Bunsen Burner by 15 years). I learned about freemasonry and some of the symbology and a lot of the histrory. Very worthwhile.

Saturday night we celebrated a friend Annie's 20th birthday with pizza at one of the houses. Sunday Melissa and I got up again and took a free, two-hour walking tour of Bath. It was interesting. I saw some parts of the city I hadn't seen before and learned a lot of history.

Monday at Oxford I walked from the train station to my tutor's house instead of taking the bus. It took almost two hours (that includes stopping to take a few pictures and to buy a baguette sandwich to walk with) but I got to see the center of Oxford and all that goes along with it. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Starting this Saturday the whole programme will be in Oxford for a week.

Last night I went to my first rugby game. I've never even been to one at Mary Washington. But this Bath Rugby game was quite an experience. It took me until almost the end of the game to figure out that the ball isn't dead until it goes out of bounds (that's how sports-savvy I am, haha) so most of the time I was trying to compare it too closely to American football in which the ball is dead when the man is down. But once I picked up on a few of the rules, I was able to follow it and enjoy it.

I guess I'll do some reading in my Yeats poetry book before creative nonfiction starts in an hour. Note to self, I need a stapler for that class. Hmmm.

later!