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Last week, I spent a day in Oxford. Two PUbs that Tolkein and Lewis Frequented. I ate Fish Pie and Drank Cider at their Alleged Favorite, the Eagle and Child. … See my Tabblo>

The weather was miserable, but it was a great day. >> I love musicals, I love Tolkein’s works, I love live theater, I love front row seats in the balcony. I love that I was blessed to end my Thursday … Continued

The British Museum is free and amazing. It’s about all I did in London on Wednesday before going back up to Kirkwood’s for a delicious supper of chicken and mashed potatoes. On Wednesday, I lugged my luggage to Kirkwood’s, then … Continued

I am in Spain by now, but I’m trying to catch up on posting pictures. Here’s some I took the night I got to London.

Hoisting the heavy box higher in my grip, I backed through the door and turned around beneath the awning. The light of the building across the sidewalk caught my attention, and I heard the sound of conversation and laughter coming … Continued

I once told a friend “Don’t count the days. Make them count.” Tonight I got out the calculator and tallied up all the different reports, reflections, and essays that I have to write in the next three weeks. It came … Continued

I took one last glance out into the dark,like I never do,and I saw something beautiful.Two foxes play fighting on the volleyball court below my window.Their shadows pouncedin the gleam of the lights of Tibstra hall.They didn’t care about the … Continued