Your Broad (No Longer) Abroad,
I finally made it to Fromex, Long Beach's local photo shop, and got four rolls developed. Two B/W and two color. Since I didn't label any of the film, there was no way of knowing which rolls were from which cities. It was a gamble and I surprisingly chose two rolls from our first stop, Barcelona. Even better, I chose one color and one b/w. Since I've already written about Barcelona, I won't yammer away anymore, except to say, I can't wait to go back (however many years that may take, I don't know).
That's all for Barcelona. Can't wait to see the rest.
Your Broad (No Longer) Abroad,
The last thing I did before hopping on a 10-hour flight back to the States, was attend one of the largest music festivals in the world, Glastonbury. (Ex)housemate Jack and I were lucky enough to snag tickets in the last re-sale about 2 months prior to the festival. They were pricey, but I would happily be overly frugal and broke to go again and experience another five days of camping with compost toilets and no showers. It was worth every penny.
The overall experience was so good, ridiculously so. When I look back on not just the festival, but my entire experience in England, I can't even believe how undeniably good it was. There's no need for me to use extravagant words like amazing, awesome, wonderful, or any other number of superlatives. Good encompasses everything from my amazing adventures to nights spent watching tv or making dinner.
Buuuut, that's a tangent. Back to Glastonbury. This was an intense way to end my time in England and possibly the best way. It felt like a supercharged, hyperactive indulgence of British culture. I saw a lot of UK-based bands perform, some of which, I was probably the only person in a gigantic crowd not singing along. Not knowing a lot of the bands gave me a lot of time to enjoy new music, but also to people watch. I don't know if I've ever noticed how happy people listening to live music can be, how their excitement is sort of addicting, and how adorable it is to watch people sing and dance.
The weather was pretty delightful too. Really warm for the most part with some rain. I've never been to a festival (or any concert) where wellies and a rain coat are a must. It was a lot of fun watching everyone bust out their raincoats when the drizzle started. Also, seeing everyone trudge through the mud in wellies was just great.
I didn't take nearly enough pictures. I should have taken so many, many more. I'm already wishing I could go next year!
Your Broad (No Longer)Abroad,
All the places Justin and I visited were amazing, but I specifically planned Copenhagen to be our last stop before returning to England because I knew we would love it. The bicycle culture alone was enough to make me want to visit, and upon doing some research and looking at pictures, it seemed like a perfect place to end our Euro-trip. Especially after experiencing such hot weather climates as Budapest and Prague, Copenhagen was a welcome moderate temperature (something I hadn't considered, but was pleasantly surprised).
Perhaps one of the best experiences in Copenhagen was visiting the Designmuseum Danmark. The exhibit 'Century of the Child' was an excellent display of innovative design, as well as an examination of the history of design for children. Many of the designs held specific purposes for children, combining design with function and education in order to encourage independent thinking/learning. The truth of the exhibit was immediately evident upon venturing back out into the city. Once I started looking for it, it was easy to distinguish not only great design, but a number of self-sufficient independent children.
The Louisiana Museum was also worth the 20-30 min train ride to see the Jeff Wall exhibit of oversized and incredibly detailed photographs. It was a total accident and a happy surprise to find Yayoi Kusame's Gleaming Light of the Souls as a permanent exhibit, one which I've wanted to see for years.
This was the last stop (aside from Canterbury) for Justin and me. I still have 35mm photos, so despite the end of my study abroad semester, I will continue updating until there's nothing left to update. Also, I need to finish posting my collection of poems from the semester.
Your Broad (No Longer) Abroad,
Sadly, this photo is missing Frankie, the final hilarious housemate. It's also blurry. Still it'll be a reminder of how fantastic my housemates are and all the good times we've shared.
Douglas with his strange love for hypotheticals and obsession with ice cream will always be my British Veronica Mars partner. Amelie still gets to be my bud cause she hopped across the pond and is back in Long Beach as well. The experience would have likely been so different without her. I probably would never have met these people because I would not have had the balls to show up in England without a place to live. And Jack will always be my grocery/cooking pal, chauffeur, and Glastonbury tent mate. So many good times even if a lot of them were just in our kitchen or sitting on a bed watching tv with wine or cider.
The housemates will be/are already missed. Good times. Good good times.
It's almost appropriate that this picture is blurry. I've been back in the States for barely a week and already the whole experience feels a dream, a lovely surreal stay in the beauty of temperate England. I would definitely go back and work/live in England.
Your Broad (no longer) Abroad,
I'm home home now in little Long Beach. The plane ride was all good, no complications, but also no sleep. Although it is usually difficult for me to sleep while traveling. Instead, I read, solved/tried to solve a lot of logic and word puzzles.
But enough of that, here are some long overdue phone pictures from Budapest! Budapest was sort of unbelievably hot, or maybe I was just accustomed to the mild English weather, but even still it was one of my favorite places. The thermal spas were initially mediocre. We got a massage that was more like being rubbed gently on my arms and legs rather than getting some good deep tissue work. The pools themselves redeemed the lackluster massage. Despite being crowded, the variety of hot to cold pools was relaxing and just what we needed at that moment in the trip.
From Long Beach, CA to Canterbury, England and back.