Standing on Cambridge

So last Friday I was supposed to have a badminton match. They forfeited. I looked forward to it all week. Sad.

But Saturday the Biolans went to Cambridge. We were supposed to meet at the bus at eight AM but for some reason or another I got a little less sleep than I intended on Friday night and then was woken up at six by a fire alarm and had to go stand outside in the cold for twenty minutes. When I got back inside I debated on whether or not I should go back to bed, since I got less sleep than I thought I would I decided to jump back in for another couple minutes. I woke up to some nondescript noise and thought to myself, “it seems like I’ve been sleeping for longer than I should.” So I sit up and look at the clock and low and behold it’s 8:08. I don’t like to be late. So I jumped up and put on the pants closest to me, slipped on slip-ons, grabbed a sweater…decided it didn’t match and grabbed another, brushed my teeth while I gathered my jackect, camera, iPod, and ran. I think I probably got to the bus at 8:10 so I wasn’t super late but I hated being the last one.

The coach took us up to Ely cathedral which was possibly more externally beautiful than Canterbury (not the interior though). We had a really great tour guide who kind of hobbled and waddled in a jolly old fashion. He showed us the places around the cathedral where the apprentices had been left to finish the work but ended up “mucking around,” which included a mermaid hidden in a doorway and faces carved on the backsides of facades. We also had a chance to test the seven second echo in the lady’s chapel. It was weird to yell in the chapel. We left the cathedral to make our tour times in Cambridge and about this time I realized that my rush had left me without socks…and that it had been a very poor choice. I was freezing the whole day.

Cambridge was beautiful, all the leaves were turning and the colleges were fantastic. Our tour guide took us all over the city. Showed us C.S. Lewis’ room in Cambridge and the lab where DNA was discovered…and the pub where it was announced. We also saw an apple tree planted outside Isaac Newton’s room at Trinity College which people ardently claim is descended from the one…THE one. It was a really good trip. I love having a tour guide, you just get so much more out of your experience.

Oh yeah, and I purchased plane tickets to Ireland. So, I’ll be there December 13-16. Before I come home on the 20th…which just happens to be one month from today. Can you believe it? I can’t.