goodbye hilary

I'm going to have to invert the typical glass half empty/half full adage, and instead of celebrating that I'm two thirds done with Oxford, dwell on the fact that I still have one third left.

Even then, one third just doesn't seem like enough.

However, that's all still a while off and until then I can just concentrate on sending hilary term off with a bang and looking forward to the infamously long easter break. I've traded in papers for packing, and instead of diving nose deep into critical theory or Frankenstein I'm rifling through hostel reservations and flight confirmations. What they don't tell you is that Oxford is actually travel agent training. These six week breaks are just made for it. I can't think of a better place to read Waiting for Godot then on a train from Rome to Florence. But then, maybe that's just me.

So, if you begin to miss me in the next six weeks (inevitable) and wonder where I may be (which will be highly variable), feel free to pick and choose from the projected selection of my wanderings below:

-up to my knees in mud at a farm in Wales
-eating gelato outside the Pantheon in Rome
-cruising on a bike through the streets of Siena
-haggling at a bazaar in Istanbul
-flying above the cave dwellings in Cappadocia
-celebrating C's twenty-first, Turkish-style (don't worry, I don't exactly know what that means yet either)
-punting along the Thames with the Ps and Gs
-tracing the steps of William Wallace through the Scottish highlands

See ya on the other side.