“…there’ll be no public sex, so you’re quite safe…”
-snippet of overheard conversation at Cambridge
I’m shamefully behind on these updates! It’s hard to keep up with all the things we get to do, I’ll have to come back to some of my stories later and just get up to speed on the last week!
Debate all you want about Oxford vs. Cambridge, but my heart belongs irrevocably to the latter. Don’t ask me why, I don’t think I could even tell you, I will always just love it more. I’m arbitrary like that. It’s close to where my family lives so I got to take some friends home for the weekend. We also went to Bury St. Edmund’s, where the barons came up with the idea for the Magna Carta (a copy of which I saw at Salisbury, by the way), and another place where Henry VIII made a complete jerk of himself and knocked down for its wealth in later centuries.
- Bury St. Edmund’s Cathedral. The organist was playing while we were there, the music just echoes throughout the whole thing, it was truly gorgeous
- The celing of King’s College Chapel. One of the few things Henry VIII contributed, even if Anne’s initials are carved everywhere (oops for him). At last, a church he manage to NOT tear down…
We also took a punting trip on the Cam river and, naturally, the pictures for it are on the other computer, but I’ll add those tomorrow so everyone can enjoy the strapping young man we girls got to row us around Cambridge (everyone should be a bit jealous, I might add).
I’m still behind, but I promise to catch up more tomorrow!
Small Dog Syndrome 
Not particularly jealous, but interested to make the connection: Cambridge is probably named after an actual bridge.
I am jealous. I love strapping young lads!