Gobbling up Turkey with an Old Friend

Ooooooh soooooo claaaaaassssy!!!!!! Heck yeah, that is me in my new coat. Pretty spiffy, huh?! Officially that is the first suit jacket that I have bought in my life. I guess that means I've entered a new rung on the social class ladder, making me a sophisticated fellow. No longer am I a simple farm boy, but now a simple farm boy dressed in a sharp jacket! It is hard to see in this picture but it is a beautiful deep hue of navy blue, and has pin stripes. Pin stripes are key to it all, gotta have them. Kevin and I found these hats a few weeks ago, and I do believe it completes the outfit, at least for this evening. This was a wednesday evening a few weeks ago before I left for a social night out with the rowing team. The Theme was Gentlemen and Ladies, and everyone dressed in various fashions. My favorites were flowered shirts of browns, and gaudy brown waistcoats, and then socks pulled up to the knee like Knickers as a few guys wore with the classic old englishman cap. Needless to say, with the rowing team, though we don't have socials often enough, it was a brilliant time!
HAPPY BELATED THANKSGIVING YA'LL!!!!!!!!!!

Though it is not a celebrated tradition over here in the UK, for the obvious reasons that the Pilgrims were LEAVING this country for the new land, we made the most of it ourselves. Everyone signed up for different cooking duties and such. I deftly sidestepped that stressful chore for doing decorations instead with Miss Mary. As always, when allowed to be crafty or creative, I got a little carried away.

I actually researched all these different leaves on google images, sketched them as best I could from the computer screen, stacked up all these colorful sheets of paper and carefully and meticulously cut out these lovely leaves. Absolutely Unecessary I know, and rather dorky, but I was proud of them. Pretty close to life if you ask me. For those of you who aren't tree huggers enough to tell these different leaves apart (as I wasn't) they are starting in the upper left going clockwise: Random bush leaf as filler, Maple Leaf, another bush, ghinko leaf, walnut leaf, birch, oak, and CAnadian shaped maple leaf. Crazy but cool!
We had the traditional meal with turkey, green beans with what tasted like funnions? on top of it, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes with mushrooms and gravy, homemade bread stuffing, carrots, salad, and various deserts of apple or pumpkin flavor, and rice pudding. A great meal with some extra guests in the flat. We had the Juggins, who are neighbors to Mark and Carole our directors, and friends of this program ever since it's beginning decades ago. They are our inside scoop to everything we might want to know about Nottingham as they have lived here their whole lives, and are avid Forest (soccer) fans and are season ticket holders, so they keep us in the know on all thats going on. Really cool folks. Mary also had her parents Rick and Frona here visiting which is nice for her to have some real family around, and they are extremely kind folks as well with all of us enjoying their company. (Not to mention that they bought us 6 bottles of wine to enjoy the leftover meal the next evening, as well as cigars for all on another evening excursion on the roof of the flat.) This is just a special occasion thing, not a habit.
Best of all, John Meyer, a great friend of Kevin, Hilary and myself was here from thursday, all the way through sunday morning. It was great to see him, and have him around to mix up the group dynamics a bit add he's cheery zest to the mix. He is currently studying in Switzerland for the semester, and made his way up to see us for the weekend. For all who doesn't know him, he was my freshman year roomate with Andy, and made for a great first year at college. That bond will be tough to break. I miss him already.

Another game, another victory. Saturday was yet again a big event. We went to the Nottingham Forest Vs. Millwall game, but not before pre-gaming it at Hooters. Yes we found one right here in our town and not far from the stadium. I was really looking forward to some delicious buffalo/chicken wings...and that's really all. Honest.... Well good food, and a pint of Worthington's got the lot of us prepped for the game.

We were off with 10 minutes til kickoff and about a 15 minute walk to the ticket booth before walking around the stadium. Late once again, keeping with our record of never attending a kickoff, we managed to miss the first goal in five minutes scored by...boo...Millwall.
A rather uneventful first half, left some major catching up for Nottingham, and that they did. They were expected to stomp Millwall, but only closed the game with a 3-1 win. Oh, well...all's still well and good, and was a really fun game, especially with our special guest and avid football fan and player.
We always manage to come on pretty decent days, and here the sunset is just peaking around the stadium, and you can see a sliver of the moon up above.... um....so... back to the game. That's what I was watching...really... I never even noticed how pretty the sky looked in it's mild shades of pink and orange, or even that the moon was there....matter of fact I did not tilt the camera at such an angle to catch most of the sky in just the right way. Just Coincidence....Honestly!
GO FOREST!!!!!!!!

London's Calling....

Kickin' it in London is the way to go! Just got back late last night from a great couple days in London, and I already miss it. How cool is it to be able to hop on a train or bus, ride for a few hours and be in LONDON! One of the great cities of the world, catch a few museums, musicals, and plays, and then head back home a little wiser for it. We are very priveleged. Nottingham is about a 3 hour bus ride with a few stops in between, and under 2 hours by train.
This weekend was the men's turn to head to London and leave the ladies to their sleepovers, makeovers, and girls night out, and other good times like baking bread, and delicious deserts. Seriously, when I got back, before all the other guys saturday night, they had mattresses strewn across the center of the living room, and were having a cute little slumber party, watching breakfast at tiffanies, and had all sort of party snacks of cheeses and crackers, cookies and homemade mini-cheesecakes. Pretty dang "cute" I guess. Mary went nuts in the kitchen baking apple crisp, five or so various homemade breads of apple, cranberry and other things, and cookies. They also dined well with shrimp and other gourmet finger foods for meals. They sure know how to pamper themselves, I just don't see why they can't do all these wonderfully extravagant things when the boys are around. We would enjoy it so much...and would be most grateful. Needless to say, when I arrived there was not loads of dishes overflowing out of the sink and across the stove as the guys had done a few weeks earlier. What a great gang of girls. They are always impressing you in new ways.

Well, anyway, this was all after I got back. Now back to London itself. Kevin and I stayed with a friend of mine, Irene, who lives in London for the next year or so as a postgrad student in theater. She is studying at a very selective and competitive acting school and undoubtedly is going places. I met her a few years ago, my freshman year in my first college play, "Tales from Ovid". She had done the Nottingham program I am now doing the year before that. It was really great to see her. She picked us up at the bus station and we ate at a portuguese chicken resturant called Nandos chatting excitedly about changes in the program and to hear experiences she had and advice to give in retrospect from her year in Nottingham. We slept over in her flat, and had the pleasure to meet two of her other roomates, also theater majors. Imagine the drama with all these divas under one roof! Actually they were all really nice girls, and it was good accomodations overall, especially since it was free. It's cool to see the power your connections can have around the world. Connections in life are everything, you never know when they may come in handy, so get to know all the people you can.

Irene was great. She helped us the next day, get acquainted with the extensive tube system and took us to Leister Square where we picked up tickets for the show "Bent" that night. Bent is a show about homosexuals in WWII, and is extremely gorey, and very vividly emotional and raw. Some nuditity but was necessary and effective making for a very powerful show.

The next evening we went to the highlight of the whole weekend. The ladies had seen this show a few weeks before us, and I have been hearing about the music from this musical since freshman year. Yes, the new big thing after Rent, Wicked. It was amazing! Absolutely incredible, right up there with Lion King. One of the best shows I have and may ever see. great music and an awesome story. Basically the premiss is the backstories to the Wizard of Oz, focusing around the good Witch Galinda, and The Wicked witch of the West and their lives in school and growing up. Love, denial, twists, and a whole new way to look at the wizard of Oz made it to be so enthralling all the way through, and with the incredible music, I continually had goosebumps through the whole show. It shows how the scarecrow came to be before dorothy found him in the field, or the tin man, and the beginnings of the cowardly lion as a cub. Pretty awesome concept really.
These shows are the main reason we made a trip to London, but we also just wanted to get away from the flat and explore a little. Kevin and I managed to avoid most of the touristy places as we will return with the group for sure in february, so we basically wanted to see everything we could that was free, which includes a lot of museums and wandering the streets soaking it all in. Tate Modern, The National Portrait Museum, and the National Theater Museum.


London was covered in ads all over the "Tube" and posters showed many new ideas, and movies and music that came out, like my new favorite cd, Damien Rice's "9". it is absolutely amazing and is pretty much all I listened to on the long 3 hour ride to and from London. This one I saw quite a few times.

Went walking through Notting Hill. Great area for antique shopping and just a chance to see some of the upper crust of London Living.



West End in London is packed with theaters. there is always one in sight no matter where you turn, meaning there is always the oppurtunity to see 20 great productions at the same time. So hard to choose... but always impressive!

The Seasons are a Changing....

Well, I have been moaning and groaning a lot, starting just over a month ago when I expected the trees to change colors. Leaves weren't falling, and greens were fading to a sad brown here and there. These last couple of weeks have shown me that all I really needed was a bit of patience and faith in mother nature to come around and feed the soul once again with the autumnal beauties of dying leaves. Never thought so much beauty could come from death, but I welcome it. England has finally found fall in full swing, and it is just as beautiful. I can't believe it's taken this long, with it being the middle of November already here, and the weather is still moderately comfortable with the occasional frigid day, or that ever present dampness that seeps in everywhere. It still isn't as bad as I expected. You must excuse all the pictures that seem repetitive. I got rather trigger happy taking pictures of myself expressing my joy for nature.

On thursday, I took some time for what I thought might be one of the last sunny days in Nottingham to enjoy this weather, but most of all the season itself. Very near the center of the city there is a park called the "Arboretum". I don't know why I haven't visited there sooner, but it was absolutely beautiful. A nice place for a walk. Also a suprising escape from the city, without ever leaving it. Like a mini-central park here in Nottingham. It is well tended to with its own gardening staff, and includes many different areas such as rose gardens, an aviary, a pond with fountain, and more.



Another little joy that has been brought back into my life is nothing less than the sight of the blue box. This isn't just any blue box, but contains certain crescents of tubular goodness, with the best powdered cheese known to man. Yes, Kraft Mac and Cheese folks.

It truly is the food I miss most. Sadly this is not one from all of you in the Becker Clan who sent me my package. I am still anxiously awaiting that. Instead, this was like a Blue Box advance from Anna. She got some of her own in a package and graciously shared one with me on the grounds that I return the favor if and when my shipment arrives! We were ecstatic and documented every stage of the complex process of making our well-missed pleasure, and I think the pics tell it all!

This is a first for me. I am writing this blog THE DAY I got back. We rolled into Nottingham this evening around 9, and I am cranking away at this thing. Took a break to watch the Pianist, an amazing war movie set in Poland surrounding the life of a Jewish Polish Pianist who avoids concentration camps, and barely survives in hiding from the Nazi occupation of Warsaw. I am sure most of you folks have heard of it before, seeing that it won so many awards, but I've never seen it before and highly recommend it.

This weekend we spent most of our time in Bath. For some strange reason, the strongest memories, or those with the most clarity from my Boy Choir trip so many years ago, is of this city. I had a lot of moments that I would turn a corner and feel this sense of Deja Vu which wasn't so off the mark. Saw the standards of the city such as the Royal Crescent,

even touring the inside of one of the homes within it, and what it would have been like in the 18th century. The Bath's were an obvious location to tour, and it was all just as I remembered it. The rocks didn't appear any less worn than 6 years ago! We had tea after our tour in the Pump Room, which thus far has been the finest of high tea we've had in England, with finger sandwiches, and tons of various sweets. It was very nice, with a live little trio playing classical music to complete the atmosphere.



Our first evening in the city, we went and saw the London Philaharmonic perform in the concert hall for the Mozart Festival in Bath which happened to be occuring over the whole weekend that we were there. One of the finest orchestras in the world, and it was stunningly incredible. The precision and perfection of which they play is so astounding. Our second night, we were able to choose to see the Opera, which 6 of us attended and that was equally impressive, with some fine singing, especially from the tenor, who I idolized. This wasn't a full opera in that they dressed up and all, but it was a performance of Mozart's work, with the singers moving around a bit in front and offering some expression. My only qualms with the show, was that it dragged out for a whopping 3.5 hours, which is just a bit too much for me. I was ready to go at intermission really.
We did lots of walking in Bath overall. Exploring at night time in smaller groups, and spending my sunday morning before church in the Cathedral taking a nice stroll with Mary, discovering parts of the city thus far undiscovered. This spot here was one we passed many times on the way to anywhere, and walking along the river, both morning and night was a popular pastime for us all.

Monday morning, we moved on from Bath, making our way to Wells, a smaller town to observe in classrooms there for a short period of time. this is a specialized school particularly for Music students but it accepts students of all interests and prepares them for the best schools in the country and the most specialized conservatories in music. I sat in for about a half hour with a music theory class. These kids are only juniors in high school, and they are able to analyze and tear apart a piece of music better than most music majors after two years at luther. With my little bit of studies in music, I could just barely follow along, but knew enough to be impressed. What's more is these students are passionate about music, and were eagerly participating and obsessively talking about music. I was blown away.
The cathedral here is very unique. It's front west wall seen here has over 300 statues in it's face which is more than any other cathedral in Europe.



Wells' natural well, that springs from the earth, considered holy ground with a chapel for the virgin built around it, and Known as the Well of St. Andrew.
You can't be in this area of the country, and not stop to see stonehenge. Nice to look at, but in the end not much to see. We didn't even pay to actually get inside, just gawked at it for about 20 minutes, took some pictures to prove our presence in the midst of this ancient stone, and embarked for home. Places like this, change what I view as old, and how I'd seen it all my life. It brings a whole new meaning to "ancient". The more time I spend here, the better sense of time human history covers in relevance to the world. Something you can never even remotely sense in the measley 500 year existence of the US, and the even shorter span of establishment. Everything is basically new in comparison to all we see here. It's like getting to play with all my dad's old tractors and toys, after being only able to play in my modern plastic playground for so many years. So many more possiblilties and exciting thoughts are opened up, and so many more to come.....stay tuned.....

Filling My Heart with Pleasure

I am a bad blogger. It has been almost two weeks now, and I have left my usually riveted audience with nothing to read and enjoy in my exploits of these last two weeks. There is too much to write that I can't even catch up, but I will devote this blog to all that we saw two weekends ago in the Lake District, another major house trip we embarked on. Some of this is snippets from my travel journal just to make it easier.


After my birthday, we had our weekend trip to the lake District in England. This area offers some of the most beautiful landscape the England has to offer. We were right in the thick of this wondrous landscape of mountains and quaint villages nestled in each little valley, along with a still and serene lake for the perfect picture effects. This 3 day trip wasn't the usual museums and discover some other little known historical fact. We were seriously roughing it as far as rambling goes. All those other walks over various types of pastureland, and country roads, no matter how far, could equal the magnitude of our Saturday hike. We were walking for about 6 hours or so, and scaled an entire mountain and then back around it. It truly was amazing, and the sights the sunny day afforded us at the top were well worth the grueling ascent. We also read a bit of William and Dorothy Wordsworth's poetry at the top, during lunch as a kind of reflection time. I spoke the "Daffodils" Poem from memory to the group, it is one I actually memorized like a year ago being the English dork that I am.

"Daffodils"
By William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

We finally got to explore a bit of Ambleside. Allen was our host at the B and B named Allen was a very hospitable man. He was a very gentle fellow with small, dark deepset eyes with a slightly crooked and large nose. He was from Bradford and Leeds, and had spent thirty years teaching art to children. Owning this B and B was his dream, though it is very expensive. I loved the atmosphere of the place and the close relationship we were able to hold with it’s owner. All the rooms as well seemed to take on a character of their own. Private bathrooms in all, but oftentimes the room wasn’t much bigger. OK with me, with my cozy little nook in the top of the house.

This is the view out of the top floor where I lived of our little Band B, overlooking Ambleside.



Despite the misty wet weather, it was rather warm I found. At no point at all did I ever feel cold or get all that wet. The air was really warmer than in Nottingham though it is so far north. Just walking to the bus stop today on Wednesday for class was unbearably cold, while in the mountains, it was always comfortable walking weather, rain or shine. We took a jaunt out of the village to a farm renovated into a hostel. A beautiful little place nestled up on the hill. We were here at Broadrayne to talk with a very interesting local man to get a sense of the personality, and flavour of the history of this place and a bit of the sentiments of the people. All in all, he was a wonderful man, that truly instilled in me the understanding of the sense of pride and attachment these people have for their beloved mountains.

All the while he was talking, a darling little girl, I think it was his daughter, was bouncing around playing outside and trying to draw attention. She looked to be about Kadin’s age and reminded me very much of him. She was adorable, and seemed to be very much a girl of the mountains, and in fact her mum told us how she had already managed to walk one of them. After everyone was waiting around and had started back to town, I took the opportunity to talk to this little girl. Her name is Anoona and she kept saying she was three and then would 2nd guess herself. Her mom assured me she was four. Anoona and I talked for a little bit, and I had her show me her bike and helmet out in the shed and chatted about Pooh a bit til I had to leave. It was very refreshing to talk to such a young, innocent child and be reminded of their simple joys. Back home I had my little brother around to remind me of it daily.

When exploring Ambleside, the men of the group discovered a museum dedicated to everything football (soccer), with photographs through time. Aaron spotted the foosball table upstairs, and nonchalantly asked while we were downstairs if anyone wanted to play him. We have a table at home, and I was fairly confident that he didn't have a chance, though I am not a great player. Sadly I failed to score a single point in the first game. Aaron creamed me all the way through the second game. I was just too darn cocky and didn't realize I was going to play against a pro. He played a lot back home with some friends, and I guess practice can make you pretty good at this. Shannon....we are going to have to start using that table more again so I can practice up and kick Aaron's arse someday when he and I meet face to face across a table of spinning men.


The grass is just too green, and the sky so perfectly blue, with just the occasional wispy cloud, and with it all good friends to go with it!

Birthday Reflections

A long weekend, with a quick b-day squeezed in before it all. I would have written to ya'll about friday, and my turning 21, but after that night the whole gang was rushed out the door at 8:30 the next morning for a decently, long 3 hour coach ride up into the lake district. Needless to say this left balloons all over the flat, wine glasses scattered about and dishes left undone as we were away through til monday evening.
Anyway, getting back to friday, it was a pretty good day overall. I don't like to make a big deal out of my own birthdays when I can help it, but it is pretty tough not to feel the pressure of making your 21 a good one. One of the main highlights of the day was playing squash with a couple of the guys on the rowing team. After talking to him a few weeks earlier about my obsession with raquetball, he had offered to teach me the game.
For those of you who didn't know, I love to play raquetball. I picked it up my freshman year pretty early on initially playing a lot with my good bud Greg, learning the game together as we were pretty evenly matched. We eventually dragged a few more people in, like my old roomie and my to be sophmore roomate and brother Nick. Some of us were a little more obsessive than others, but there were days I played every day of the week. So, coming here and finding the game to be non-existant was crushing. I heard squash was similar in that it is within a rectangular room and involved a raquet and a ball, but I was skeptical as to it meeting my raquetball standards. I was looking forward to kicking some British arse on the court with what I know I can do well. Squash turned out to be a pretty decent game, but still didn't meet standards. One uses a smaller ball, about 1.5 inch in diameter, which has much less "bounciness" than a raquetball. It makes the game seem much more....I guess I would say dead... due to how the ball basically hits a wall and plops to the ground. Difficult to get to, but at the same time less intense than raquetball where you have a ball flying at high speeds from any direction bouncing off multiple walls, and always open for some really impressive geometric shots using the angles hitting off the walls. Squash has potential though, and I plan on playing much more, if not for the game, for getting to know some new friends.
After that, I took a bike ride around the park on campus wasting time before class. There is a beautiful and large lake with beautiful landscape all around it. I got a call from home on my cell which was really a nice call and was great talking to mom and the rest of the family. It was very unexpected and helped fill in the time before I headed off to Islam at 3. After class, nothing much was going on, and everyone was doing different errands and getting other things done. I spent the next couple hours biking around the city. It is such a good way to get to know the area. I discovered lots of new areas, ancient churches and hidden cemetaries in the middle of the bustling city. Lots of surprises. I made a pit stop back home at one point and headed north away from the city from our flat, and only after a mile, the traffic of the city drops away, and the road becomes narrow and lined with stone walls and hedges with cattle grazing on the hills, and some of the most adorable cottage-like houses spot the road and become increasingly sparse. Came into an ancient little village with some buildings dating back to the 11th century, with footpaths and such. It was refreshing to see the countryside, that is really so near the city, and finding this place caught me off guard, and encouraged and revitalized my spirit from missing home and all things connected to nature. I road back home for supper with high spirits.
Emily and Hilary tried to find me boxed mac and cheese...especially the blue box...but came up empty handed and instead made a delicious homemade Mac and cHeese meal. To top it all off, Carol: director, profesor, guardian, "mom", made an impressive all chocolate cake. I haven't had cake that good in a long time. Her and mark also gave me Candy bars, fruit bars and toffee as treats that we rarely have. it was very "sweet" (oh how I love puns) of them.
I will spare the world the details of the rest of the night, but it was very comfortable and enjoyable til very late, and lets just say if someone can help me remember how I eventually got home in the morning I would be most grateful. I must say that it was a great coincidence that we ran into my best buddies from rowing at the place we were out at called BZR. I wanted to call them so bad, but didn't yet they ended up there anyway. Seeing them really made my night complete. Fate or a good blessing was residing on my special day.
On to next blog.... a weekend in the beautiful lake district.

An Action Filled Weekend

Overall, it has been an extremely event filled, and entertaining weekend. We definetely don't run short on things to do in the city, though I think many of us at times fall too easily into the trap of hanging around the flat. The flat is like a safe zone, that you can always hang out and relax in, and with it not being a drabby sort of place, but actually very clean and beautiful with plenty of space, we like to spend our free time here. It's a cozy family that we have all become, fullfilling different roles that every family should have. I couldn't ask for a better gang of "brothers and sisters" than these. Overall, a group of good-natured and kind and light-hearted folks.
Friday night, the majority of the group made its way out into the city to do a bit of clubbing. We haven't actually gone out as a group in a while, and it was high time to do so. The only problem with going places with big groups is getting it to move. The girls would take forever to get ready, and then one of the girls might point out how my shoes don't match my shirt and then I'm scrambling for something else, and then seeing that my hair was getting too long, they (the ladies) figured I should do something more interesting with it. Little things like that make a nine o'clock departure slowly fade to 10:30.
We finally arrived at Tantra our first destination. The goal I felt for the night was to see some new clubs for some of us, that lie in a more exciting and higher class social scene, dare I say "classy". Many of these clubs require a person to be wearing "smart shoes" (dress brown or black shoes) and some sort of collared shirt at the minimum just to get in. Tantra had a very deep, dark environment, with colored lighting adding flavor to the atmosphere of this small but very packed place. All the upholstery was more or less a deep red for effect and we managed to snag a booth that is completely cushioned and you sit on the ground amidst these cushions. Something new and different.
The highlight of the evening was "The Pitcher and the Piano" an old gothic church with high steeples in the lace district of town converted into a very classy club. It looked incredible inside complete with stained glass and all. There were two levels with the bottom and middle entirely open, with a walkway across the middle of the church and balconies on the side. The place was huge, but always popular with plenty of people around. The ladies found some gentlemen friends, and enjoyed becoming acquainted with them well Kevin and I had a cigar (Not a common thing, trust me, just special occasions) and enjoyed the atmosphere. Finishing off the night we went to Dogma for a bit of dancing as we were all itching to do a bit more moving.

Saturday fullfilled one of my primary goals that was bound to happen soon anyway. We attended our first English Football game in the Nottingham Forest Football stadium. It was an absolutely amazing experience and something I hope to repeat again soon.

The Forest played Bristol the team ranked just behind Nottingham in the same Coca Cola league. There were some definite intense moments and overall was a good game to watch. Nottingham won 1-0 off of a direct kick that was perfectly placed in the upper 90 of the goal in the first quarter of the game. Everyone went nuts. It is so hard to explain the emotions of being caught in such a moment with such a huge roar from so many fans. I guess it would be like most of you folks back home at a Packer Game after a really intense touchdown.



The game overall was very different. There was no commentary during play as well as no music. Even so, there was never a lull in chanting and yelling. Whether it be Bristol or Nott, there was always some great big chant rolling out of a part of a stadium with hundreds of voices behind it.

I am bound and determined to learn them. It was tough to pick up what everyone was screaming with such a thick, throaty and extra accented cry of support for the team.


To emphasize the seriousness of these games to the fans that watch them, a "riot" broke out after the game, and I got to see it all. Everyone was flowing out of the stadium and we were going with it, taking our route with many other people through the streets on to this main road to the buses, when a could hear strange noises of metal clanging up ahead. All of a sudden a group of boys and men ran past me and started chanting and yelling and turned the corner, to meet a group of Bristol men doing the same. there was a clearing in the street and all traffic was stopped, and I got near enough to see that these men were chucking chunks of metal and punching and throwing anything else they could get their hands on. It took only a few seconds till I realized that those metal pieces were the torn off legs of patio chairs from the businesses lining these streets, and then I see full chairs being smashed into guys and thrown through the air. Crowds had gathered at a distance, and we were very spooked but so curious and watched as the fight elevated until more men joined and it kept growing and moving down the street. Eventually, the Bristol firm was backed up against a wine pub place, and tons of punches and chairs were flying. The front windows and doors were cracked and smashed up fromt the incident. After about 10 minutes of this fighting the police finally arrived with two women on horseback and then a bunch of men with billy clubs while the audience aplauded. It was such an intense moment, and we walked away with fast beating hearts. All that stuff we heard about football hooligans, and rioting and real violence over games was brought to reality. The incident made the news, as it was more intense than usual.

Got my hair cut by Mary that night. She did both Kevin's earlier and mine. My beautiful locks were just getting too obnoxious and unmanageable so I let her do her worst and she did a fine job.
Sunday was another day trip with Mark and Carole. With the Luther Car and a rented car, we drove an hour to the Peak district, into the hills and countryside, to finally and suddenly come upon this monstrous mansion.

It would be the equivalent of some castle or palace in more of a house form. It is surrounded by 1000 acres of land, all molded by the great landscape architect Capability Brown. He moved and widened the route of the river, removed tons of trees and planted others where he liked them, and at the wishes of the Duke and Duchess moved a small village further away so that it wasn't obstructing the mansion's view of the landscape. Everything was too perfect.
We spent the morning wandering vales and Hills for a couple hours, had lunch in the nearby mini-village, and on our way back to Chatsworth, managed to see the start of a "ride". Basically and assemblance of maybe 40 horsemen and women ride through the countryside following a pack of hunting dogs following a scent laid down by some men who have went ahead. It is just for a nice ride I guess, and seems to be fairly relaxed and more of a social thing for these people. It obviously seems to be an event that is only held by the aristocracy, the wealthiest of England. This one was hosted by the Duchess of Devonshire, who is the resident of nearby Chatsworth house.

Inside the house, was expectedly grand, of unnecessarily large proportions, yet astounding in its grandeur. Most of the ceilings were painted with giant murals of gods and goddesses caught in the clouds left to their own devices. Below is the library, or I should say the largest of 5 in the house. This is the only one we did see, and it alone, not counting the other 4 contains 15,000 books.
The house contains its own sculpture gallery of works collected by all the Dukes and Duchesses throughout its history. Is she real.........?
Interestingly enough, the above sculpture is not, but was created by a certain Duane Hanson, a Luther Alumnus. The work of this great artist in Iowa can be found all the way over in England in some random gallery in a house in the middle of no where, with many other great works surrounding it. just a shout out to Luther, and a real proud moment for us, seeing where people from such a fine school can get to.
By the time we finished exploring the house it had started raining pretty heavily, but Aaron and myself broke off and explored the gardens despite all this. We weren't going to let a little water hinder us. The house garden is huge. It is hard to fathom how huge it is, but basically it has multiple sections displaying various different gardens, a hedge maze, a huge area of man-made rock cliffs and waterfalls, and This giant pool with a fountain, and a bit of contemporary art scattered amidst it.
This is a central cascade that is a popular image representing the extremity of how massive and extensive these gardens are.
Aaron and I reached the middle of the maze, to find nothing but a sad looking little tree in it's center. I don't know what we were expecting to find...
Here is just another small area with all the rock sculpture and created landscape. It doesn't look completely natural, but at the same time is an amazing achievement, knowing that somebody planned out how all these rocks were placed and what plants would grow where. They had this envisioned in their head years ago, and had no way of knowing it would turn out this beautiful today.


Ever since I read about Jens Jensen, the landscape architect who designed the Chicago Park System and also the Luther Campus in early 1900's a few summers ago, I have always been fascinated by the job of a landscape architect. Now getting to see the work of Capability Brown, and the mark he has made all across the landscape of Britain, it has strengthened my curiosity and desire to look into Landscape architecture in those years after I get sick of teaching if that day ever comes. A distant dream I know, but I think it would be amazing. All this talk of dreams and such just tells me that I have been here typing entirely too long. Time to fall into some dreams of my own, before I awake at just after seven tomorrow.
Sweet and Pleasant Dreams to all!