Today, before seeing Measure for Measure at The Globe, the class departed on an adventure through the Borough Market. When we first entered, I was struck by the sheer vastness of the market. There were pop up booths and stalls everywhere I looked; the layout reminded me of a maze. As we came through the…
-Venison Burger at the Borough Market So far my experiences with food in England have been more than satisfactory. For the first week and a half I was entirely addicted to fish and chips, faithfully ordering it whenever it appeared on the menu. However, since lunch in Oxford I have picked up a new favorite-…
“You guys aren’t going to find a burger.” Sam told us with malicious certainty. It was 00:30 on a Tuesday night in London. Charlie Hollis and I were in ravenous pursuit of a burger place, or any place with burgers, that would serve us at such a time. Further fueled by Sam’s doubt and distrust,…
It’s a pretty beautiful feeling when a foreign place begins to feel less foreign. No, I have not stopped looking the wrong way when crossing the street, or even pretended to have a clue how the tube works, but I have started to stop seeing London as a place of “otherness.” Yesterday was a great…
I was raised in a culture where spirits are strongly acknowledged. The influence of spirit awareness is seen in the traditional dress, the large doorframe that serves as the entrance to a house, and even the way in which a baby is held. Bali is a place where spirituality defines the culture. I never imagined…
Here are some stories about me getting lost in London, and how I amazingly managed to find my way towards the places that I was trying to get to without using Google Maps. #1: The first day we were in London, Will and Hollis and I decided to check out the surrounding area. We walked…
They said that leaving home and going to a new place would come with some culture shock. Yet, so far the culture shock I have experienced is not from moving from my home to England, but from moving from Cornwall to London! Moving from the quaint English countryside to a big and bustling city. In…
It was a particularly busy evening; it had just hit us that we had a week left in our first block and the intimidating amount of work we had to complete by then. We were all sitting downstairs in the YHA, I had taken a break and gone to get a glass of water and…
As someone with a terrible sense of direction I find myself lost quite frequently even in the places I grew up and know well. After picking out a landmark I can usually make my way to that particular place and back to my point of origin. However this method isn’t fool proof, as I discovered…
The night started off at the Dirty Duck, an old quiet and musky pub in the outskirts of Stratford-Upon-Avon, with some fish and chips and a pint of ale. I sat down at a table with my fellow FSA students and wrote a performance response on the various decisions made by the director…
