We walked on top of a cathedral.
Hung out with the angels...
...up there.
Figured out that the less money I spend on food, the more I have for travel. The inevitable consequence of living on £10 a week for food is that you quickly amass an array of domestic, making-everything-from-scratch skills.
Ravioli, for instance.
In my moment of triumph as I dropped the ravioli into the water to boil, I realized that the pieces at the bottom of the bowl stuck together. So I took the natural course of action and baked it. It was strangely good.
Checked out the inside of Trinity College on a lazy Saturday,
and gawked at the Sir Isaac Newton memorial in the chapel.
Almost made it to the Bridge of Sighs, but we couldn't get into St. John's College (where it's located). But the Backs were lovely to walk through anyways.
Explored St. Edward's Passage,
and found a copy of George Herbert's poetry inside one of its old bookshops (IT'S NOWHERE IN THE STATES).
Met up with a new friend from church for a drink at The Eagle.
Went for a midnight walk through the city.
The chapel is....to use the cliché....hauntingly beautiful at night.
And looked back at it all on Castle Hill
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