We're in Oxford for a conference this weekend (another vacation from vacation for me?). When I should have been working last week, I was creating a rigorous schedule of pubs, tearooms, colleges, gardens/parks, and museums to visit (pretty much in that order). Our agenda started right away with dinner at a pub near the coach station called (after the Thomas Hardy novel) Far From the Madding Crowd. After four brilliant weeks in Italy, I was on a pasta/pizza/wine moratorium, and wouldn't you know it turned out to be pizza night at the Madding Crowd? Oh well--it was different pizza, and the bitter was good. We've otherwise been wandering around this great college town to see the deer and geese in the meadow, the dodo and dinosaurs at the science museum, street musicians on Cornmarket, and books at Blackwell. Somehow we fit two other previous favorites in: lunch at Edamame and cream tea at the Mitre.
Our schedule in Oxford is almost as rigorous as our journey--bus, train, train, bus, airplane, bus, bus, and a good bit of walking (two backpacks, one stroller, one laptop, and one kid).
J and I are hoping to take a little trip into the countryside tomorrow to see the daffodils.
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