Travel

This morning, Brooke and I bought some scarfs and had a little picnic while waiting for our 12:52 train back to Oxford. We found a bench and could see the whole city out before us beyond a hill of grass and some trees. I had bought some sparkling grape juice, and carrots and humus as a snack. I felt pretty cool. We people watched and listened to the lone bagpipe at the edge of the park. One dad was trying to teach his little son to play cricket. It was pretty adorable. A huge clan came to out left and settled in those park benches. They had a huge picnic divvied out in ziploc boxes. The older women were wearing scarves around their head, and I couldn't understand what they were saying, but it seemed like a classic good old family time in the park.

We then got on our train back to Edinburgh and settled in some nice first class seats. They have little grocery stores in the train stations. So I got some shrimp with tartar sauce, fruit, and Turkish Delights for under five pounds. Mmmm, I love eating on the train. I just looked out the window for most of the trip, just enjoying the Scottish countryside. I felt like it was a proper goodbye.
When I got back to Christ Church, I just got a Pret a Manger sandwich and have been studying/reading in my room since then. Four papers and two finals on Monday, so probably no blog post tomorrow.
I forget that I actually have class. This whole trip seems like it has come out of a literary dreamworld. But the greatest part about traveling is coming home. Hmm, I'm glad I'm ready though. It would be very painful to leave my heart here. Horcruxes are typically frowned upon in our Christian society.