Hey fam,
It's been another great week here in the motherland. We're spending the next few nights in Wiltshire on the south end of england. We just spent the last few days on the Isle of Wight where Tennyson hung out and wrote his best poetry. I'm finally in the groove of things and my writing is finally coming along. I've been working on my autobiography, among other things, so it will be fun to share with ya'll when it's finished, since it's mostly about all of you.
I don't have much time, but i thought i'd share one of the more amusing stories of the week. While we were in Oxford we saw Guys and Dolls and afterwards decided to go dancing...yes, yes, i know, wild and wreckless...but we had mace!!! It was pretty amusing to go into the dance club with our mormified stake dance moves. In the beginning, people gave us strange sideways glances and peculiar looks. It was obvious that we didn't fit in. Many boys became confused, wondering why we wouldn't dance with them. Haha. But little by little, they began to mimmick our moves. Yup, we had a whole slooth of british techno-dancers jamming out mormon style. Now here's the crowning moment. We were talking to the bouncers on the way out and one of them said, "You girls are different. I can't put my finger on it, but you're just...bright?....yeah, that's the only way to describe it. Bright!" Gospel moment? I didn't think a pub would have been the best place to pull out a Book of Mormon....but it was neat.
The pictures of graduation and mother's day were great to see. I really support the whole lot of our family joining in on the Picasa picture sharing fun. I couldn't believe that Daniel and Rachel found yet another way to revive the Jenny Doll. A vase-how thoughtful. Please eat an extra pork salad for me as you watch the american idol finale.
We toured a the Salisbury cathedral today where a page of the Magna Carta is on display. So cool. Tomorrow morning we're waking up at 4:30 am to walk to Stone Henge, this way we can actually go up to the stones and sit around them. Later on in the day, visitors can only see them from a distance. Judging from our group's history, i'm sure some pagan something or other might transpire.
Anywho, my internet time here is almost up.
Much love,
Ev
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
really really ridiculously smart looking people
Hey all,
Life has found me in Oxford and I'm surrounded by really smart/good looking men. Ok, who am I kidding? After spending three weeks in the country side with only women and lambs to keep me company, any guy looks good. Sigh. We saw the very anticipated King Lear the other night in Stratford-on-Avon and it was very very good, and very very sad. Ian was a gem...and he got nude for a scene...that was different. Anywho, today we are hanging out in Oxford where C.S. Lewis and Tolkien sipped coffe over their writings. It's a really great college town and i've promised myself that in my second life, i'm going to do really well in school so i can go to college here. No more sluffing at Gandolfo's. Hehe. I've fallen in love with the cheese here. I don't think i'll ever go back to chedder. Yuck. The chocolate is also a dangerous affair. I've sold my soul to the Cadbury easter bunny. It's over.
Anywho, internet time is short. I hope you are all well. Thanks for the emails.
Much love,
Evelyn
Life has found me in Oxford and I'm surrounded by really smart/good looking men. Ok, who am I kidding? After spending three weeks in the country side with only women and lambs to keep me company, any guy looks good. Sigh. We saw the very anticipated King Lear the other night in Stratford-on-Avon and it was very very good, and very very sad. Ian was a gem...and he got nude for a scene...that was different. Anywho, today we are hanging out in Oxford where C.S. Lewis and Tolkien sipped coffe over their writings. It's a really great college town and i've promised myself that in my second life, i'm going to do really well in school so i can go to college here. No more sluffing at Gandolfo's. Hehe. I've fallen in love with the cheese here. I don't think i'll ever go back to chedder. Yuck. The chocolate is also a dangerous affair. I've sold my soul to the Cadbury easter bunny. It's over.
Anywho, internet time is short. I hope you are all well. Thanks for the emails.
Much love,
Evelyn
Friday, May 11, 2007
blisters, wind burns, and hostels :)
hola familia!
Things are going well in England. I finally have a few minutes of good internet, so I'll do my best to let you all in on my adventures. This past week has been full of English countryside! We spent three nights in Grassmere, Wordsworth's hometown. It has probably been my favourite place so far. There are so many little baby lambs romping around the green fields. I thought i'd seen green before this trip, but i'm learning that i really hadn't. The intensity of the vegetation's greenosity (haha, i'm making up words) continues to take my breath away daily...or maybe it's the steepness of the trail testing my lungs. hehe. While in Grassmere, we had a poetry reading at wordsworth's grave and toured Dove cottage and Rydale Mount, the two houses at which he mainly lived and wrote his best poetry. I've picked up sketching in my journal and i've been playing around with chalk and pastel mediums. It's been a fun way to capture the surrounding landscape and history. We, of course, carried out a pagan ritual of playing penny whistles while wading in the river near wordsworth's grave. A drunk man nearby thought we were a group of traveling minstrels and he asked us if we played requests. we said, "sure, why not." he then, very swankily asked us if we knew who the beatles were and if we'd play one of their songs. Three of us were wearing black, and he dubbed us the group's "bouncers" or body guards. I guess i'm picking up on a lot of new talents and hobbies here. I am now a pagan saint, an artist, a musician, and a bouncer. I wonder what occupations lay in store next week.
The past few days were pretty exhausting. I'm not going to lie, they tested my endurance. We hiked 15 miles on tuesday and 20 miles on wednesday across the moors. Although it was relatively all "flat land" the trail was full of hills and valleys. I have loads of beautiful blisters. Mom, i'm learning that i inherited your feet-they blister in all the same places. :) After walking 20 miles across the moors in the wind and rain (woah is me! Oy! jk, the weather was quite pleasant, really) we toured Haworth, the little town the Bronte sisters lived in. They have a massive graveyard with layers and layers of coffins stacked on top of each other. There is hardly any dirt left to cover the coffins. There are said to be 45,000 bodies buried in a plot of roughly a 1/2 acre. Lots of dead bodies, lots of gravestones, and lots of funerals...all in front of the bronte's house. No wonder they are catagorized as Romantic-gothics, eh?
Still no serious sun burning. I'm really thinking that my genes were engineered for this place.
We'll be spending the next few days in Warwick (pronounced warick) and then we'll be heading to stratford on monday to see King Lear (with Ian McKellen-aka Gandolf!)Othello, and some other modern play that's supposed to be neat.
Anywho, i'd better get off and share the computer lovin'.
Thanks for all the emails and comments. I love and miss you all.
oh, and for my birthday, i've decided that i want a baby lamb. He'd be so cute romping and bleating around my apartment. Sigh.
Cheers,
Evelyn
Oh...and I'll explain the pictures.
The first was taken on top of a sort of "cliffs of despair" type place. The rock was a type of lime stone that had been worn away over the years. we could hop about from rock to rock, each having deep crevices in between. It was quite the magical place. The second in me and Ann at an old church near Wordworth's second home. We found a string telephone behind some steps and revisited our choldhoods.
The thrid is a hot picture of me in my shorts and bandana overlooking the lush countryside of grassmere, wordsworth's home valley (i loved it-can you tell?)
The last was on the banks of a little river in Keswick where little baby ducklings were swimming about...daniel, i thought of you. Did you know british ducks like eating bread too? Fancy that.
Anywho, i'll try to post more pictures later...maybe when i don't look so frumpy and granola-ish. hehe.
Please wish Kristy and Sarah happy birthday for me!
Love love,
ev
Things are going well in England. I finally have a few minutes of good internet, so I'll do my best to let you all in on my adventures. This past week has been full of English countryside! We spent three nights in Grassmere, Wordsworth's hometown. It has probably been my favourite place so far. There are so many little baby lambs romping around the green fields. I thought i'd seen green before this trip, but i'm learning that i really hadn't. The intensity of the vegetation's greenosity (haha, i'm making up words) continues to take my breath away daily...or maybe it's the steepness of the trail testing my lungs. hehe. While in Grassmere, we had a poetry reading at wordsworth's grave and toured Dove cottage and Rydale Mount, the two houses at which he mainly lived and wrote his best poetry. I've picked up sketching in my journal and i've been playing around with chalk and pastel mediums. It's been a fun way to capture the surrounding landscape and history. We, of course, carried out a pagan ritual of playing penny whistles while wading in the river near wordsworth's grave. A drunk man nearby thought we were a group of traveling minstrels and he asked us if we played requests. we said, "sure, why not." he then, very swankily asked us if we knew who the beatles were and if we'd play one of their songs. Three of us were wearing black, and he dubbed us the group's "bouncers" or body guards. I guess i'm picking up on a lot of new talents and hobbies here. I am now a pagan saint, an artist, a musician, and a bouncer. I wonder what occupations lay in store next week.
The past few days were pretty exhausting. I'm not going to lie, they tested my endurance. We hiked 15 miles on tuesday and 20 miles on wednesday across the moors. Although it was relatively all "flat land" the trail was full of hills and valleys. I have loads of beautiful blisters. Mom, i'm learning that i inherited your feet-they blister in all the same places. :) After walking 20 miles across the moors in the wind and rain (woah is me! Oy! jk, the weather was quite pleasant, really) we toured Haworth, the little town the Bronte sisters lived in. They have a massive graveyard with layers and layers of coffins stacked on top of each other. There is hardly any dirt left to cover the coffins. There are said to be 45,000 bodies buried in a plot of roughly a 1/2 acre. Lots of dead bodies, lots of gravestones, and lots of funerals...all in front of the bronte's house. No wonder they are catagorized as Romantic-gothics, eh?
Still no serious sun burning. I'm really thinking that my genes were engineered for this place.
We'll be spending the next few days in Warwick (pronounced warick) and then we'll be heading to stratford on monday to see King Lear (with Ian McKellen-aka Gandolf!)Othello, and some other modern play that's supposed to be neat.
Anywho, i'd better get off and share the computer lovin'.
Thanks for all the emails and comments. I love and miss you all.
oh, and for my birthday, i've decided that i want a baby lamb. He'd be so cute romping and bleating around my apartment. Sigh.
Cheers,
Evelyn
Oh...and I'll explain the pictures.
The first was taken on top of a sort of "cliffs of despair" type place. The rock was a type of lime stone that had been worn away over the years. we could hop about from rock to rock, each having deep crevices in between. It was quite the magical place. The second in me and Ann at an old church near Wordworth's second home. We found a string telephone behind some steps and revisited our choldhoods.
The thrid is a hot picture of me in my shorts and bandana overlooking the lush countryside of grassmere, wordsworth's home valley (i loved it-can you tell?)
The last was on the banks of a little river in Keswick where little baby ducklings were swimming about...daniel, i thought of you. Did you know british ducks like eating bread too? Fancy that.
Anywho, i'll try to post more pictures later...maybe when i don't look so frumpy and granola-ish. hehe.
Please wish Kristy and Sarah happy birthday for me!
Love love,
ev
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
England with a Veiw
Well Familypants, I'm alive ... and very lively. Happy birthday Rachel, you old fart! I'm sorry I missed your birthday and your baby shower. I was on the top of Ben Lomond on the 27th and thought of you. That mountain really does have a steep side, like the song says, but luckily we went up the not-so-steep side. We've been hiking a whole bunch, as was planned for. Seriously, my life rocks right now. To think that last summer i was sitting in a cubicle all day...and now i'm hiking anywhere from 4-14 miles everyday. I love getting sunburned here! it feels so good! since the elevation is lower, the sun isn't as harsh, and it's very similar to a tanning bed, where my freckles just get darker and i never really burn, peel, or blister. Sorry i haven't been able to call or email much, Mom. We've been in the remotest part of the Lake District (where Wordsworth and Coleridge wrote their best poetry!) and we've been far from city civilization...which means no internet and no laundry. oh boy do we smell good! Right now we are in the town of keswick which has a anchient stone circle similar to stone henge in make and history. Last night the moon was full and a handfull of us snuck away and hiked to the circle. We then did our best imitations of a pagan ceremony. Liz and Bess played their penny whistles while the rest of us romped around on the stones and cow dung. it was silly, but magical. Yesterday, (before the heathen worshippings) we hiked to the highest point in England. Again, i can't stress enough how much i love the lower elevation. the hike was challenging, but very pleasant at the same time. Bess, Ann, Liz and I found a small mountain pool and took a short swim. Don't worry Mother, it wasn't completely what i consider skinny dipping. I'll keep my promise! The land here is beautiful, and reminds me of home in so many ways. It's been great to find a place where i really fit in; many folks in scotland and england have my red hair and freckles, especially the scots. Well, internet time is short and pricey, so i better jet. I'll leave you with some pics if it works. I love you all!
Much love,
Evelyn
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Much love,
Evelyn
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evy
pev
little dork
pevy poo
whatev
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