Goodbye UK, Hello America

We landed in Atlanta on Friday and I wanted to recap the last couple of days of the trip in London. I would add pictures of my London adventures but I am unable to access them at the moment (sadly). By the end of the trip I realized that I enjoy the English, but even more the Scottish, countryside more than city life. The rolling green hills covered adorable fluffy sheep with their little babies.

London was a dense history filled city covered in bustling tourist, business and working class people. Much of what I saw were the main tourist attractions, like Westminster Abbey, the London Eye and various museums. I desired to escape the masses of tourists and was delighted on the last full day (with Abigail and Stacia) we went to an outdoor farmers market. It was the biggest outdoor farmers market that I have seen in a while, with a plethora of fresh foods. It was a sensory overload of a variety of smells, sights and sounds. Later on in our walk along the river we stumbled upon s few street performers, one man, Luke was writing stories. I couldn’t help but ask for one but ended up getting a poem instead. It was nice being able to speak with a person that wasn’t a tour guide or an employee of a hotel or restaurant. We talked about poetry and being a writer and it left me wrapping up my trip with a reignited desire to write. Despite the ups and downs on this trip, from climbing mountains to being swept away at Beachy Head, I am thankful for these experiences and glad I took this class.

June 5, 2015

In a couple of hours we will officially be leaving the U.K.

As much as I have had fun during this trip, I am ready to be home. Mostly, because I will be with my son again and then we will be joining my husband in our new home! I have missed them so much that I’ve driven everyone crazy with my stories. Another reason I will be happy to be home is that I love my country. I have missed those United States and have a new appreciation for things I take for granted.

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June 4, 2015

Today we went to King’s Cross Station and Platform Nine and Three Quarters!!

Super Duper Cool.

We took pictures trying to push the cart through the wall and I was halfway convinced I would make it through. Damn it.

I sent Josh (my husband) a picture of me pushing the cart and he responded “NOOOO! You’ll never come back!” He’s totally wrong of course, I would just find a way to take him and our son with us. Maybe we could find a home in Hogsmead.

The gift shop was neat, but all I got was an amazing dobby postcard to use as a bookmark for my new U.K. set of the books. I’ve already begun re-reading the set and it enhances my reading to actually know the towns and places named and to actually have been to some of them. I can’t wait to read it alongside my American version for comparison. Any excuse to read them again!

June 3, 2015

I’m a tourist.

Today Abigail and I tortured our feet by going to TONS of tourist spots. We saw lots of important and odd things. I’ll show/tell you:

After our walking tour of Westminster and Tate Britain we began.

First, we walked from Tate Britain to Buckingham Palace. These guys are actually real. How bizarre.

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Then we walked from the palace through St. James Park. Here, some guy named Sylvio asked me if I thought he was attractive and if I would have coffee with him…Um. What the hell? No.

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After the park, we saw the horse guard. I don’t really understand this. Then again, there are a lot of things here that I don’t understand culturally.

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We walked from here through some “square” I don’t remember the name of and crossed the river to each lunch near the London Eye. This park was really fun. There were tons of street performers, food trucks, and lots of sunshine. This is probably my favorite place in London.

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After we were full and our feet weren’t throbbing, we walked along the river walk to pass Tate Modern, The Globe, and the Green Market. I loved the market, but unfortunately it was closed so I couldn’t check out the whole thing. Maybe tomorrow!

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We jumped on the Underground and rode to Oxford Circus to check out the shopping and, of course, hunt down another book store. This was during rush hour and the crowd was ridiculous! We even saw the Mad Hatter! Maybe he was on his way to have some afternoon tea.

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June 2, 2015

BEACHY HEAD!

So today there was something like a hurricane (a.k.a gale of the century) in Eastbourne. Don’t forget that today is the day we were going to hike along a dangerous cliff where death eaters once roamed (scenes for the quidditch world cup here were filmed here). I’m not sure if it is fortunate or unfortunate that we didn’t make that hike. On one hand, it would have been absolutely amazing in an I-want-an-adrenaline-rush kind of way. On the other, we could have died.

Anyway, we did get to experience the gale on top of Beachy Head from the safe railing of the visitor’s center. This was awesome. It wasn’t raining much, but I decided to wear my poncho for dramatic effect AND because I thought I might be able to fly. I didn’t fly, but I did get an experience of a lifetime. The only other time I have felt wind that intense was during tropical storms or residual hurricane winds. The water was moving quickly and sea-foam was flying through the air.

I don’t think this is exactly a Charlotte Smith evoking experience. The day she was thinking of in her poem “Beachy Head” seemed to be much calmer. I wonder how the poem would have turned out if she had been here today…

I can’t upload the video, but here is the view from our hotel to give you a sense of the weather. For the rest of the imagery, use your imagination.

june 4: a very fond farewell

Today is our last full day in London and in the UK, and I am in the process of saying my goodbyes.

I’ve said goodbye to Scotland and Wales, I made my farewells to Dr. Khwaja, whose lack of presence was noticeable almost immediately, and now I am in the process of saying goodbye to England and everyone who has been on this trip with me. On Friday, I am flying back to Atlanta with everyone, but then I am checking into a hotel for the night, and flying back home to Chicago the day after, likely incredibly sleep deprived and lethargic.

I am most likely not going to see many of you again after this.

I’ve tried not to think about it that much for the past three weeks, but now that I’ve graduated from Agnes Scott, leaving you after three weeks of getting to know everyone better is going to be a bittersweet experience. I will not be following a lot of you back to Agnes in the fall, and I have no idea of where I’ll be at that time. If I ever do get to see you guys again, they will be rare but altogether treasured.

I’m half-ready to go home and half not. I don’t know what I feel. But I guess that’s just life, an eternal cycle of not knowing but trekking on regardless of what you don’t know.

It’s been a blast, guys. All the best for you.

‘Ta.

June 3 (Day 17: London II)

London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down…

Okay, maybe it’s not, but I’ve had that song stuck in my head ever since we left the hotel this morning. So much for a day of Romantic poetry!

We kicked off the day with a brilliant tour of Westminster Abbey! If the abbey ruins we visited in the past were grand, then Westminster is by far grander. I couldn’t believe the sheer magnitude of this monstrously ornate building.  I also couldn’t get over how many dead people I was standing on at any given moment.

Of course, the highlight of the abbey for us was Poet’s Corner. Here, we had a great time finding most of the authors we studied this semester…Byron, Shelley, Keats, Wordsworth, Burns, Coleridge, etc.

What was a little disappointing was the spread of female writers. Austen and the Bronte sisters were among the few displayed. Their memorials were tiny, plain, and thrown on the wall as if they had been afterthoughts. Meanwhile, less popular male writers received larger, decorative plaques and statues. Very consternating, and very concerning.

Later, we visited St. Paul’s again and went inside to listen to the Evensong service. Seeing St. Paul’s from the outside is one thing. But seeing it from the inside? I was breathless. It was the most ornate, glittering, huge, beautiful, and awe-inspiring building I have ever visited. I wish I could have taken a few pictures!

As beautiful as these cathedrals are, I have to pause and think how different they are to the sanctuaries of the romantic poets. Wordsworth worshipped in no man-made shrine. Instead, he found his spiritual inspiration in nature, in the organic beauty around him. It was not St. Paul’s that moved Wordsworth to compose; it was the forests and the gardens of England.

An important caveat to keep in mind as we continue seeing the great sights and sounds of London.

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Global Awareness

Dr. Khwaja & Dr Morris

Presentation

Wenli Yuan

Well, I have to say that I am so lucky to give my presentation here. Oxford, I mean, god knows if I will get chance to be here and give another presentation again. So forgive me for overexcited, nervous and other typical mental disorder I have at this moment. I choose William Jones as a subject to show how does the Eastern Culture and Western Culture met at that period.

Sir William Jones, always refers as the Oriental Jones, is a great linguist, poet, translator as well as a politician. During his life, Sir William Jones has an unique interaction with India, which also reflects in his works. Encountering with Eastern religious and other literature from multiple Eastern countries, such as India, Persia, and pre-Islamic Arabia, Sir William Jones enlightens their literature and awareness of their own culture and customs while interacts each other’s idea (Waqas Khwaja, p1). In my presentation, I would like to show how does William Jones and Indology, which is a study exploring the area of Eastern knowledge and understanding which defined by British scholars during that time influences each other. Sir William Jones and his connections toward Eastern civilizations and how does that contribute to other authors during that time as well as his role on preserving Indiology.

Dedicating his life for translation work and creating, Sir William Jones has a deep knowledge about Classics as well as mythology. Later on, his interest also expands to “the literary texts of Arabia, Persia, and India when the western world knew very little of them” (Khwaja, p1). Before Sir William Jones, the Westerners already established their own literature and mythology system by founding Classics and requiring potential government officials (often male children in middle or high class family) to study these. However, India and other Eastern countries does not share this idea. Imagine if Easterners call English literature as Engliology or whatever name which does not make much sense. During that time, only few people care about India’s civilization,Sir William Jones certainly contributes a lot to the Oriental studies and helps to preserve their culture and customs.

Here is a little bit background information about Sir William Jones. He was originally born in a well-educated family. His father, another William was a math tutor who introduces the notation of the math sign pie for the ratio of the circumference to the diameter of a circle. However, Sir William Jones’s father passed away when he was 3 but manages to leave them a fair amount of money to settled down with his sister. Although not really a very healthy kid, Sir William Jones nevertheless did not limit himself with the limited places he could go and later on in his life he even think of settling in America. He joined University College in Oxford in 1764 and made friends with George John by letters who latter on keep communicating with him even when Sir William Jones was newly married to Anna Maria and knighted before a six- month passage to India. In one of the letters Jones written to George from Atlantick, he describes the place he lives in India as “All circumstances considered, we have no reason to complain of our accommodations. The Crocodile is almost new, and though small, an excellent sea boat: the captain intelligent and experienced, eager to oblige…” (Jones, letters)

Before we digging into this delicate connection, I would like to clarify the idea of Oriental studies. After my research to this field (and by asking Dr Khwaja), I understand Oriental studies as a study among subjects in the humanities, which introducing students to civilizations that are different from the Western ones that form the basis of the curriculum in most British schools and colleges (From Oxford online department introduction).That means, Oriental studies is the study of Eastern civilizations including their art, history, literature, religion, philosophy and social sciences. Although nowadays there are still so much debating about whether Oriental studies should be narrowed down to some certain areas and subjects, there are still not clear definitions for it. For Indiology, as well as Siology (which is study toward Chinese civilization), they have a certain limitation which may contains the different ideas among different civilizations as well as how they try to understand each others. (With a lot of ridiculous mistakes, this we are pretty sure at this moment.) Most of us may have the experience of studying a second language, and to be honest, a lot of time the languages which is not other mother tone just don’t make any sense at all. This is because some of the old saying is actually connected with some history background that spread from generation to generation, which is very hard for foreigners to understand.

If one would like to study Oriental studies, he or she might need to look into an important collection of folk tales, which is called One Thousand and One Nights, or another name, Arabian Nights. (I would like to ask if there anyone read this during their childhood?) For me, I pretty much read this book during my 8~12 years old when most of my peers were in primary school. This book, accompanied by Grimms’ Fairy Tales (written by Brother Grimm), and children stories written by Andersen, who is a great story teller from Denmark. Those three books contribute a lot to my colorless childhood and enrich my idea toward the so called real life. Some of the ideas in the stories are things like never trust strangers, do not eat food provide by strangers or you will get poisoned, and you should always be kind to others contribute a lot to my way of dealing with the world. So many of you may wonder at this moment, how does William Jones to do with these folk tales?

Arabian Nights has inspired English authors to write with an awareness of cultural and Arabian Orientalism. The Arabian Nights has been very popular with the Western readership like the contemporary stories of Harry Potter. Arabian tales were the fairy godmother of English novels. It has been both a shaping influence on and an instance of malleable Oriental literary material for the British/Western creative writers. This presentation draws on the influence of the Nights on the production of English literature. Besides, on a scholarly level, the translation of the Eastern religious and literary works into English by such scholars as James Atkinson, Edward William Lane, William Gibb, Richard Burton, and Godferey Higgins prompted a deeper understanding of the Arabian civilization.

Sir William Jones (1746-1794) is influenced by theArabian Nights.There is a comparison between Jones’ poem ‘The Seien Fountains’ and theArabian story of ‘PrinceAgib,’ the Second Calendar (Meester: 17). In the Arabian Nights, the young Prince spends a year of pleasure with ‘forty damsels, and is then left to the temptation of the hundredth door of gold.

In Sir W. Jones’s tale, the same story happens but when the Prince Agib comes in the seventh door, he finds behind it an old man. His name is Religion, and has to take Prince Agib to Heaven. As Prince Agib’s eye is hit by the magic horse, the horse puts him on the top of the palace, and the Prince realizes that the old man is a mendicant. So here is the start of the poem, I would like to read it to you to show the similarity and the story plot.

In Sir William Jones’s case, we could easily prove “the Arabian Nights combines the knowledge of the Oriental culture with dramatic, gothic and ironic elements which eventually help any English writer to produce a work that suits his own formula. As far as the consequence of the Arabian Night son English literature is concerned, its authority has a substantial ground under foot. “(Fahd Mohammed Taleb Saeed Al-Olaqi, page 384~396)

Sir William Jones has no doubt on successfully adopted a story from the Arabian Nights and created a poem to show his readers how does religion save a young man from rooted and materialism life. From this presentation, I hope I could at least share my interest toward the similarity and differences among multiple civilizations with you and hope you have enjoyed this presentation so far.

Thank you and please let me know if you have any further questions.

6.3

Today I enjoy about 7 hours of solo time and feel it so enjoyable.

During my free time, I wandering around London and try to see as much things as possible (Hyde Park, Buckingham Palace, Oxford Street, Baker Street). The whole familiar and strange city atmosphere totally fulfills both my body and my heart, since I walk about 25000 steps in a single day and my feet are still hurt.

This afternoon at the museum, first I mistook Turner’s painting for  15~16 centuries work but later on realize it is wrong and start to google something about him. For a Romanticism painter, he does not have a limitation on object and atmosphere of his work. He could create peacefulness or darkness and disorders in his work if he wants. He also is quite familiar with the Greek and Roman histories/ myths and have some works related to that period.

I also did some slight shopping and would like to just post my list on in case of someone needs it.

1. Shoes embassy (average 60~70 pounds a pair, Oxford Shoes)

2. Whittard (free sample tea for taste, quite expensive for tea, I just go in and drink the free samples, but recommend British Rose tea, and afternoon tea)

3. Other High Street Shops (Zara, H&M, etc currently on 30% sale for certain things)

Also, there is a huge food shop at the shopping mall after the closet central line station… I went there this evening for food, but it is so popular that it runs out bakeries around 8…

june 3: london calling, see we ain’t got no swing

At the behest of my mother’s wishes, during our free time after the Tate Museum and being wowed by seeing the real paintings of Turner and Blake, I took the Tube to Green Park station with a groupmate, and got to see Buckingham Palace.

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It’s nice, I guess. Looks a lot like a big courthouse, but nice. It’d would’ve been nicer if I could’ve gotten a better shot of it for my mother, if not for all of the tourists crowding around the gates to see the actions of the castle guard.

(Speaking of which, why don’t the Scots guard get a plume? Why do the Irish Guards get a blue plume? Isn’t blue Scotland’s color? What gives?)

It really is the most touristy thing that you could do while in London, but I guess if you go there, you should at least try to see it if you’ve got the time. See a national landmark, and all. Even though I still haven’t been to DC and seen my own country’s national landmarks that the US is most known for. Whoops. I haven’t actually had the opportunity to go see DC, but I’m sure that there’s plenty of different walking tours for the city and all of the national landmarks, with a guide telling tourists from within the US and out the history behind all the monuments, warped and white-washed as they could be, depending on the guide.

Sometimes, I really like walking tours. I think they can be really informative and interesting depending on what kind of walking tour it is, and what you’re going on that tour for. If you’re going to World War Two landmarks, well, London has a plethora of those to offer, and you can easily go on a tour for those. If you want a ghost tour, like we saw in Edinburgh, you can go on one of those. I really enjoyed the walking tour of Westminster Abbey this morning because the guide knew of our focus on literary figures, and while I can’t show the pictures of the Poet’s Corner of the Abbey, I assure you, it was gorgeous and seeing C.S. Lewis’ memorial slab and Oscar Wilde’s stained glass memorial made me almost squeal. Though I’m still confused as to why Wilde’s there in an English Abbey. He’s Irish. No, England, he’s not yours. He’s Ireland’s.

My gripings about the lack of female authors and figures of peace being commemorated aside, I enjoyed that guided tour, but then after we dispersed for the day, I wanted to explore the city on my own, and see these famous landmarks for myself without being led around. I find it more fun to explore new places by finding your own way there, and I found myself in the gorgeous St. James’ Park after Buckingham Palace (with a lot of ducks), and found the Canadian Soldier Monument in Green park, then meandered our way to Trafalgar Square and observed all of the tourists and kids hanging off of the lions and sitting on the steps of the National Gallery.

Like the yeti, my selfies are elusive.

Like the yeti, my selfies are elusive.

The best part of traveling, for me, is hours you get by yourself or with a friend, wandering about a new city and finding your own way to places famous and not.

If only we could have more time in London, but even then, I don’t think even a native Londoner knows all of its secrets.

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On Learning a City

The best way to learn a city, if possible, is through the subway system. Take a few rides up and down the central line, maybe one towards the south and one towards the north, and bada bing bada boom. You’ve learned the city. Or least, that’s how I do it. 

When riding the subway you’ve got nothing else to look at but the stop list so it’s easy to pick up a general direction of how the city is laid out. Then if your memory is vaguely photographic like mine, it’s easy to recall when you’re looking at a map that may not be very detailed. 

Armed with such knowledge, Stacia and I were able to adventure again. We managed amazingly to see nearly every tourist hotspot in London from the Globe to Oxford Circus. We talked to locals and bus guides to figure out the fuzzy bits but ultimately we were able to singlehandedly traverse the height of London. 

Too bad for our feet. 

6.1~6.2 London

Today we visit the Jane Austin’s old home and Charlotte Tumer’s home. Both of them are famous female writer (of course almost all girls read Jane Austin) and have a good reputation around the world.

My allergy is controlled thanks to the medicine I bring with me every time I travel and a long-lasting good sleep (although miss the breakfast). Tonight I also plan to head to bed early (probably after dinner and read some Jane Austin. The wifi is awful and I do not know if I could post this today.
Tomorrow we finally will step on the land of London, the earliest and biggest city in the world. I am so looking forward to it (and Hilton Hotel with decent wifi). Having been away from a city too long, I really miss the crowd and the efficient underground system (with more than 5 lines at least). Growing up in a city refers as the Oriental of East, I am so used to have 20 lines of underground which could take me anywhere and shops opening until 10pm or midnight (actually I know some shopping mall open 24/7 in Shanghai and Tokyo).
So finally go back to a city!!!London, I feel strangely safe in the city (probably because Sherlock Holmes is still looking after it?).
Really appreciate Dr Khwaja to “fight” for our free time tomorrow. Want to go to several places on my own and do some little gift shopping for tea and biscuit (hopefully cheap cloth).
Morning we go through Beachy head during the extreme weather (strongest wind ever encountered in my 20 years old life) and experience what people used to feel under a difficult period in their life while at a steep cliff (prefect place for suicide or write a poem). Later on, we drive all the way to the Capital, London. The construction style is so similar with Shanghai probably because a huge area around the HuangPu River used to be colonized by British.
It is really interesting to see the underground system in London and secretly compare it with Shanghai’s (actually London’s underground system built almost a century earlier than Shanghai’s), so it is really impressed. The gap between the station and the train is because of the station was build really a long time ago while the train need to fit in some new stations as well as the old’s.
Here is two compare picture of the underground systems.
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This one is Shanghai’s underground system, it not only covers Shanghai, but also close areas.
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So we could see London is more central focused than Shanghai.
London is about 1,572 km² while Shanghai is 6,340 km².
I will post a couple of pictures for you to guess it is London or Shanghai. Are you ready?
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Actually it is all Shanghai from varieties of angles…
City is different in different people’s eyes, depending on where you stand and who you are. But you might get the idea of how similar cities could be (Since Paris and London are almost the models for all cities around the world except NewYork).
Almost the end of the trip, I am really grateful for my classmates to look after each other and tolerate me for my ambiguous expression so many times.

june 2: i wander thro’ each charter’d street

Today, we arrived in London. What an overwhelming experience.

I’m not sure what I was expecting upon reaching London after taking a nap on the bus after a quick visit to a very windy Beach Head, windy enough for the collected sea foam to fly over the roof of the visitor’s center at Burlington Gap, and rainy and misty enough that I could barely see several yards ahead of me. I think I was expecting something similar to the images we get in the poems about London itself from pre-20th century writers, though I already knew beforehand that London was a contemporary city. I still haven’t seen nearly enough of London yet and I still need time to absorb the city as a whole before that completely sinks in for me. Sometimes, I feel as if I’ve adapted to being in the UK to not notice it so much, but then there’s times where it still floors me that I’m actually in England and I’ve been in Scotland and Wales. Wow.

Just walking around London after checking into our hotel, I’ve noticed that there’s a lot of construction being done around the city, along with renovations. Reminds me a lot of Atlanta and Chicago, where in the latter, there’s two seasons; winter and construction. London is still building upon itself, which is baffling considering its size, but all right then. I guess it comes with the territory of being an international city, much like New York, where it’s constantly growing and building despite the fact that it’s already huge and kind of over crowded. Whether that’s a good or bad thing, well, I guess that’s up for you to decide. The Romantics like William Blake and Charlotte Turner Smith saw the exploitative nature of England’s industrial growth, and it makes me wonder how they would’ve thought of London as it is now. Hard to say.

I will say this about London, though; their underground train system is smooth enough for me to nearly fall asleep on while riding it.

On Childhood

As we were guided around the gardens of Bignor Park by the lovely Joanna, as we listened to her talks of her grandchildren having elaborate birthday parties in the back yard and a cellist playing while the dragonflies flittered between the trees, I imagined, or rather tried to imagine, what it would be like to grow up like that. 

From my suburban neighborhood, where the backyards butted up against one another, and nothing but butterfly bushes grew, it wasn’t easy. 

We’ve been constantly reminded of the effects of the environment one is raised in on who he or she becomes. We saw Burns’ meager beginnings and Wordworth’s jumbled start. We read of Byron’s jump to wealth and Austen’s lucky connection to it. 

I’ve sensed here in England, perhaps slightly more so than in Scotland, that one’s heritage and family legacy in the past are important. They have great bearing on people’s impressions. Perhaps I’m hyper sensitive of it because I’m from America, the land of opportunity and the American Dream. Anything you want you have (in theory) in America, but here it feels like you have a better chance if you have a bigger family history. 

But I think our poets have proved that it doesn’t matter where you come from or where you end up. If you are destined to write, it will tear itself out of you whether it brings a purse of gold or fame in your lifetime or not. 

I’d never quite grasped the American Dream until I came here and wandered among the masses, both the rural and urban. Now, perhaps I’m slightly more thankful for it, and slightly more sure of success. 

June 2 (Day 16: Beachy Head to London)

When we looked out the window this morning and saw the cliffs of Eastbourne drowned in a heavy sea of fog, I have to admit that I seriously reconsidered my life expectancy in light of a visit to Beachy Head. I’m pleased to say that my doubts completely dissipated once we arrived! We had a fantastic time.

Granted, we didn’t have the sunny day-on-the-downs that we expected. It was a hard drive through the driving wind down to the coast. There were no gentle waves or buttercups in the meadows to greet us. Instead, there was something much better!

Wind.

The wind was blowing like I’ve never felt it before! We all piled out of the bus and ran around on the cliffside, as the wind whipped at our faces and nearly blew us backwards up the road. It was hilarious and terrifying and exhilarating all at the same time!

I know the poem Beachy Head deals mostly with the ‘pretty’ side of the area, but I can’t help but feeling that Charlotte Smith was just as familiar with the sea storms as with the sunshine. As much as I miss the milder temperatures, feeling the wild side of the weather adds so much more depth and emotion to the ‘Romantic experience.’

After getting sufficiently bedraggled in the wind, we loaded back on the bus and made the long journey to London. We worked our way around the city with a leisurely walking tour and a crash course on the tube system. Tomorrow, our tours of the city begin in earnest. I can’t wait!

Lookout, everyone, Agnes Scott is loose in London!

June 1 (Day 15: Chawton and Bignor Park)

The Austen theme continued this morning as we drove to Chawton and mulled around the Jane Austen house and gardens. The house was full of articles that were somehow connected with Austen’s family…shoes, pipes, letters, and even a dress that perhaps belonged to Jane. The ‘greeter’ in the front room claimed descent from Jane’s brother, Edward–a live historical link to our beloved Miss Austen!

A piano stood in one room, supposedly designed by Clementi. I wasn’t sure whether to believe this or not until I played it. It was horribly out of tune and creaky all over.

Must really have been Clementi.

Respectable instrument?

Respectable instrument?

After another long drive, we ended up in Sussex at Bignor Park, the childhood home of Charlotte Turner Smith. We had a lovely tour of the gardens by the former owner of the house. It was really pleasant and refreshing to get outside and see the countryside of Sussex after sitting for so long in the bus! The rolling, calm, natural beauty of the landscape was set against the dramatic backdrop of the steely sky. We spent a poetic hour strolling around, taking pictures of flowers, examining shrubbery, and playing on the swing.

A view out over the Sussex hills from the back garden

A view out over the Sussex hills from the back garden

June 1, 2015

First of all, I want to begin by acknowledging the wonderful posts from this amazing group of women that I am traveling with. Recently, I think many of us having been dealing with a similar nagging about some attitudes concerning the slave trade, colonialism, etc. Personally, I don’t feel like I am the best armed in this discussion and have a lot to learn. Therefore, I am proud to be with these people who so eloquently voice their own opinions and enter into dialogues with me. Go Scotties!

On another note, we continue to find ourselves in the middle of beautiful gardens! Like I mentioned in an earlier blog post, as soon as I return to the states I will be starting a brand new garden at our new home. So not only am I admiring these magical gardens, but I am also taking inspiration from them. WARNING! As long as I can coax the wifi into working, this post will be picture heavy!

Here’s to beautiful gardens!

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june 1: god save the unsung voices

After yesterday’s tour through the grunge of Bristol, there have been several things nagging at me ever since, and I am glad to see several people talking about why there was something so off about the tour, and I wanted to say my piece and my thoughts about it. Due to the internet being godawful in this hotel by the coast, I’m afraid we will have to suffice with this post maybe being late. But I’m not here to complain about the wifi, I can live with the bad wifi.

I’m not so okay with the reluctant language of the English natives about their ugly moments in history. I’m a self-admitted Hibernophile, probably to a disgusting degree, so I am all too aware of the terrible things that the English have done in history, and not just in Ireland, but everywhere in the world that the English have staked their flag into the ground. My problem is not with Englishness, but the reluctance to take responsibility for the terrible things that England has done, being the slave trade, colonialism, exploitation, and in many cases, cultural genocide, and this reluctance to admit to these wrong-doings show in the way I hear people talk.

“That’s just how it was then”

“It was the times”

“It was a terrible thing, but it’s not like that anymore,”

Sounds a lot like the things we hear in America about our ugly history of slavery, plantations, genocides and removal of the Native Americans, sexism, and other forms and prejudice and exploitation, doesn’t it? And if you’ve paid any attention at all to the news in America the past year, you will see that yes, these were terrible things, and yes, we are still wrangling with these wrong doings. There is a consequence to every action, and we have the responsibility to deal with those consequences. They will not go away.

I think this reluctance to talk about these ugly moments in history (and every country has them. Every single one.) comes from this idea that if we talk about these awful things and bring them to light to people who don’t know the history, it puts their country in a bad light and people will think lesser of it, because you’re not being patriotic. This is a false line of thinking, because if you were actually patriotic and loved your country, you’d want to improve it. You’d want to talk about these things, bring them to light, and then talk about how to fix these issues that are rooted in your country’s history.

England cannot hide its skeletons in the closet. England cannot turn a blind eye or pretend that it’s not there when more and more of these marginalized voices are coming out from the sidelines and bringing them to light. Bringing the subject of this trip back into play, several writers (many being female, unsurprisingly, since colonialism of humans and exploitation can happen within a single country all too easily) of the Romantic movement did indeed talk about exploitation and the ugliness of England’s actions, many also being of the younger generations. On the flipside, many writers didn’t talk about it, while touting the ideals of personal, individualized freedoms without the foresight to think of those whose individual freedoms are being stomped on.

Maybe it’s due to a generational difference. Maybe the younger generation is more aware of their country’s ugly history, maybe they’re becoming more exposed to these facts of history. Or maybe they’re not. Who can say?

History is uncomfortable, but necessary, and it is necessary that we talk about these things, or nothing will change. We’ve all got our ugly spots, England. America has them, and so do you.

Own up.

Dearest Jane

Despite never actually reading any of her novels straight through, I’ve always felt attached to Jane Austen. I’ve watched the adaptations of her books, and my favorite of her life, and read her quotes and a few of her letters. There’s something in her wit and her deep perception of the world that I just adore. I can’t get over her. 

So visiting her home, peering out the same window she would have looked out, traveling the same roads she would have traveled, and pursuing the same library she would have used, and most importantly, seeing her writing desk, made her come alive in a whole new way. Anne Hathaway had already succeeded in making her seem larger than life, but being in her home was something else entirely. 

We were so lucky to have had her.