Well, shit. I’ve been making a mockery of my Tumblr account (I will blame The Volcano, it makes a bloody good excuse). Under my belt in the past few weeks, I’ve got one canceled trip to Morocco, one canceled trip to Nice, several hacked-together (but damn-fine-if-I-do-say-so-myself) final papers turned in and some pretty good times had due to the recent travel constraints.
On Friday after everyone got out of class at noon, we took the train down to Brighton, which I have been meaning to get to for the past three months. It was well worth the trip. In some ways, it was everything I thought an English coast town should be; in other ways, it was everything that Santa Monica Pier should be and better. Mainly, we had a really lovely afternoon.
We meandered through the city centre, and spent several hours on Brighton Pier, where we (awesomely) rode the bumper cars twice. It was nice to smell the ocean, and it reminded me of being down in PB on the boardwalk, barefoot in the summer.
Most importantly, there was a good mix of 80s and 90s music pumping through speakers all up and down the pier.
Oh, and it was warm enough to pretend that we were NOT in cool dampness the UK, at least for a day. One very successful day trip, if I do say so myself.
And now we’ve hit the 13 day marker until the programme is over. I’m writing my last big paper (on universality and metropolitanism in TS Eliot, if you’re interested), and my internship wraps up on Tuesday.
Another round of “lasts” and then—onto new things soon.
