Sept 6, 7, 8

Sunday, Sept 6
We woke up this fine morning in Santa Rosa, California and went to St Luke’s Lutheran. Went home and packed our stuff for our mythical and fantastic journey to the great beyond. We took the Airporter to SFO - 6:50 flight to London on British Airways. What wonderful entertainment! I watched 3 episodes of The Wire and some Alec Guinness movie, the Lavender St Mob, I think. Becca watch some girl movie. Nice free wines, I must say twice. Nice free wines.

Monday, Sept 7
We landed in "The Great United Kingdom of Her Royal Highness, her Majesty the Queen of England and Sovereign protector of the crown of Richard the Lionhearted" around 1pm. We stumbled upon Adam and Kayla Burke from Concordia St Louis in the baggage claim. The smelled of bubble gum. The four of us caught the 2:05 Nation Express coach to Cambridge from Heathrow and arrived at 5ish then taxied to Westfield House. After a moment or 5 of getting settled in our new abode and meeting Tutor Humann, we went to the Mitre for some fish and chips and pints. After, we wandered Cambridge city centre and drained pints of Old Speckled Hen and Magners at the Eagle where Watson and Crick announced the discovery of DNA. Great place.

Tues, Sept 8
Early wake @ 7.30. Adam and I rode bikes to National car hire. UK bike, mind you. They are wily creatures they are. We got lost, passed a Dominos pizza a few times, got buzzed by a bus but ended up with a Peugeot hatchback manual drive. I drove to the market across the street. Wah wah wee wa! Crazy times on the left side. Thankfully I ending up eating bacon, egg, English muffins, oj. Later we met Wanja and Hilary, who work at Westfield. Eventually we drove to Lincoln. it was a delightful town. There was quite a Steep hill with a road called "Steep Hill Road," which I found quite descriptive and helpful. Immediately following Steep Hill, Pints were required at the Wig and Mitre. Then Bangers and Mash were called upon at the Magna Carta in the shade of the Cathedral and castle. There was the Lincoln University graduation going on during our visit. We we fortunaely to catch some evensong choral practice at the cathedral. Then we drove to York. Roundabouts are fun. It stared raining. So i pulled over on the curb, drove on the sidewalk for a while and saw a guesthouse for a good rate. Instead of driving through the living quarters we decided to stayed there. Indian food was eaten and enjoyed and was satisfying. Kingfisher was consumed by my gullet and savored. Becca and Adam raced up a hill. Becca lost. We wandered around York city centre. We turned a corner and heard some scrumptdillyumpious tunes emanating from an inviting establishment called the Last Drop Inn. We entered and demanded ale immediately. I rather enjoyed the Ghost Ale Stout (York Brewery) and Becca partook of some Rick Steves approved Scrumpy.