Oxford

Excuse me for not blogging about Oxford as soon as I got home. It deserved better than a week later post. It was one of my favorite places in England.

     I have been thinking of a way in which to begin the post- I am in love with Oxford; I should have focused more on my studies growing up so I could have attended this university; England is magnificent in the springtime... None of these, however, suited the tone I wanted to convey so I begin with this instead:
     I love men in glasses. I love men in slacks, a button down shirt, and dress shoes. Oxford of course, is full of such men. College students who don't look like college students and professors who look like books have been not only written by them, but about them. Walking the streets of Oxford, you see students playing rugby, football, or running through the park. Heels from womens' stilettos or mens' dress shoes click-clack on the stone sidewalks. There is a sort of youth to it. It is as if the entire population is in its 20s (and probably is). Oxford seems to be the most quintessential college town without the hubbub.
     I traveled to the college town on Thursday alone because I wanted to spend time somewhere outside of London on my own. I love traveling with people, but I enjoy spending time with myself and exploring. I chose Oxford because it was on my Study Abroad Bucket List and I heard such good things about it, especially from Courtney. I booked the train rather than the bus because I wanted to spoil myself a bit and pay £6 extra. I loved every second of that city. It was absolutely beautiful. The first thing I did was go to Christ Church and see the dining hall that inspired the Hogwarts Great Hall. It was not as large as I imagined, but it was definitely beautiful. The polished silverware glistened in the sun that was pouring in through the oversized windows.
     Next, I spent the rest of the day walking around. I walked on a road behind the college accidentally, but this road made me fall in love with Oxford. It was a normal cobblestone road, but the college students were walking down it and saying hello to each other. It made me really appreciate colleges and the friendships formed. The professors were saying hello to the students and the students were saying hello to each other. There were people on bikes and walking. People in workout clothes and guys in slacks, boots, and glasses. Everyone looked so classy.
     I sat in the park next to the christ church after a few hours of exploring. The smell of the nights dinner was wafting from the kitchens as I sat in the grass. The sun was beginning to set and the wind was blowing the bright, thick, English grass. I could picture myself walking around that town for hours or days and loving every minute.