Cambridge, England - Part I

You wake up in a small, narrow room. You walk down the hall to the bathroom, where you shower in a small, narrow shower, where you push a small on/off button to start the water running. You get dressed and head upstairs, where you run into no one other than your good friend from England, Lucie Moore!

After embarrassing her a bit by snapping a photo of her out on the balcony, you sit down and chat for a bit over coffee and croissants. That done, it's time to head out into Cambridge to explore the town.

You walk out the front door into a small, narrow street. (On the way out, you notice the very small and cute fireplace, so you happily snap a photo of it, noticing how cute and snug everything is here.)

You notice how the street was built before cars were around, so it is also small, cute and narrow, and no cars are able to drive on it. You notice how the address, 13 Portugal Place, has a certain ring to it.

As you wander around the university, you quickly discover that Cambridge is a conglomeration of many smaller colleges, and they all have quite nice names, like Trinity, King's, Christ, Mary's, St. John's. Lucie tells you which college she attends, but you quickly forget. You later discover that much of the land that Cambridge now sits on was originally owned by monasteries, and many of the colleges were formed to train clergymen. You snap away as you wander through the different colleges, learning where Charles Darwin, Isaac Newton, King Charles, John Witherspoon, and William Wilberforce attended. Much later, as you sit in front of your laptop back home, blogging about your trip, you lament the fact that you will only be able to share a scant few of these photos. (You include more than you should, thus significantly lengthening the download time of your blog for those with slower internet connections.)

A bit later, you hike the tower of a church (which was closed, but the nice man who took time to express the frustration he felt regarding his coworkers who would not take the time to tri-fold the brochures for the church, let you go up anyway). You snap a few shots from the top.

At this point, you realize that this post is getting inordinately long, and that you are sitting in your pajamas and it's after noon, and you need to do a lot of stuff today. You take a moment to add "Part I" in the title and decide to finish the other half a bit later.