Well now. It seems the sistahs were none too happy about the pictures I posted of them yesterday. Haven't they yet learned that this blog is not about being perfect in any way? I mean, seriously, whose backside got posted here a few weeks back? Hmmmmm?
Anyway, my sisters are beautiful women, and just to prove it, I thought I'd post another picture of them. This is one of my favorites of the entire trip (although it would have been better if my mom was in it too).
Back to the day trip. Remember the Cotswolds? And remember how I told you there was a surprise at the end of the day?
Surprise! Welcome to Oxford!
Now, Oxford is one of my favorite places because I spent a summer--waaaaay back in 1984--studying in Oxford when I was in college. (Before you get too impressed, you have to know that I stayed at some rinky-dink college on the outskirts of town and was taught by professors from my college . . . who were wonderful . . . just not Oxford dons. Just to be clear.)
I have some really, really fond memories of Oxford, starting with the bicycles.
Oxford is a city for bikers. No, not biker chicks, although if my husband had his way I would become one of those too, but just plain old bikers. The kind with the wicker basket on the front. It's the best way to get around this town, and as a college student I rented a bike for a month and used it every day to explore the little streets and alleyways of this gorgeous place.
My only regret is that I wasn't more adventurous. I wish I would have had the courage to explore a little more outside of town. Oh well. Next time I'm a college student studying for 6 weeks in Oxford I'll remember to do that.
We started our tour in the middle of town, next to this statue dedicated to three martyrs whose names I don't remember. Details, details.
We walked all over the place, looking at beautiful buildings like the Bodleian Library . . .
The University Church tower . . .
Some really old windows in the divinity school . . .
Some really scary faces . . .
And, of course, pubs . . .
Richard explained that sometimes the old decorative pieces on the facades of the buildings just decay and fall off, which then need to be replaced. Here's one that was recently made to resemble Aslan from the C.S. Lewis books. Lewis lived, wrote, and taught in Oxford.
Toward the end of our tour we got to go inside Trinity College. Who knew that inside the walls of each individual college lies this much beauty?
Dorm rooms with flower boxes--can you just imagine?!
We did a lot of walking on the day of our excursion outside of London, but it was so worth it. On the way back to the train station we saw this sign, and I couldn't resist taking a picture of it. Kind of sums things up nicely, I think.
No, we didn't stop, but it was tempting.
I may have more to say about our trip next week, but I'm off this weekend. Kate is leaving for college on Monday, and she has a friend coming to spend the weekend, so we'll be enjoying the girls this weekend.
Enjoy your weekend . . . Darling!