Isle of Wight

It has been a simply pleasant weekend. I just finished reading "Cold Comfort Farm," and since it put me in such happy spirits, I decided I would blog (highly recommend the book, especially if you're taking bus trips around Great Britain). Friday night Pam and I went to the Alpha Course at a church down in South Kensington, where we discussed what exactly faith is while eating free food.

Saturday, my lovely roommate and I joined the Int. Student House trip to the Isle of Wight. After a two hour bus ride, then half an hour on a ferry (I love ferries!), we reached this small island, just off the southern coast. Unfortunately, it was a rather drizzly day. However, Pam and I curled up in the back of the bus and enjoyed ourselves thoroughly nonetheless; the tour guide - who I strongly doubt had ever done this particular tour before - chatted away on the microphone about the island's red squirrel population and the garlic festivals that took place there while we gazed out the window at the picturesque English countryside.

We made a few stops, one to snap some pictures through the rain of the coast, then another at a small village inland to get some lunch. It was such a quaint village, with narrow streets, cafes catering to peckish (hungry) tourists, 17th century thatched roof cottages, and a delightful 16th century church and poetic graveyard. Set on having at least one good fish-and-chips meal, Pam and I dined at a cute little tea room which did not disappoint.

Today, we met up with Anja and her boyfriend who was in town visiting. We strolled through Petticoat Lane Market, then wandered around the business district, stopping to sip some hot chocolate on the steps of St. Paul's Cathedral. The weather was beckoning that I go for a run through the leaves, and I could not resist...I jogged to Primrose Hill where the lovebirds were cuddled up watching the sky turn dark as the city lit up. Alas, now it is time to get ready for another school week...