Eurotrip Days 21 & 22: Oxon to Cantab

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We wrapped up our time in Oxford with meetings with friends. We had breakfast at Gail’s for the third(!) time with the Askonases. Boy, I miss that English muffin with eggs and bacon and some tasty sauce.

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Eurotrip Day 20: Exhaling in Oxford

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Lawn Mouse: a capture by Jon

 

Should I feel guilty about liking England more than Italy? I feel like a terrible graduate of the renowned School of Foreign Service; wasn’t it supposed to make me a citizen of the world, indifferent to the inefficiencies and cultural differences between the Anglos and the Continentals? I’m half-Italian and almost-half-Cornish; I suppose the WASPy predisposition doesn’t leave a girl even if she goes Rome.

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Eurotrip Day 6: Colleges, colleagues, collegiality

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Our friend Hannah said her dad once gave her an important piece of advice: never make any important decisions or evaluate your life the second or third day after crossing time zones. This, my friends, is good advice. We reached our low point this morning. Chris and I were cranky, Christopher got far too little sleep and was crazy, and Therese was up every two hours the night before. There was a barfing at breakfast situation (at home, thankfully) and I reached the point of despairing whether we had done something cruel to our children by bringing them on this trip.

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