**Disclaimer: I cannot figure out how to move the pictures so that they look nice, and I’m really sorry about that**
Adam and I (finally) got out of the house! Granted, I had to drag him out kicking and screaming, but we did something other than sit in the house, eating and watching Netflix. He had promised me a trip to Cambridge the moment I found out that we would be coming to England, and I actually got him to hold that promise.
While we had originally planned on taking the train to Cambridge, we ended up driving. Frankly, I was ok with it. Then again, I wasn’t the one who was driving. I’m still getting the hang of that, actually. But getting to drive around the city was awesome. While we may not have gotten into the heart of Cambridge this time, we did manage to find a little parking garage. After getting some help from locals (thank you!) we found our way out onto the street. I have to tell you, I’ve never been so amazed in my life- and I’ve walked the rim of the Grand Canyon! I absolutely love architecture, and I was practically melting as we explored the streets. It was so cold though, and the wind didn’t help anything. But the views were well worth the chill that bit at us.
One thing that really caught my eye- as most everyone else’s- was Cambridge University. I grew up dreaming about attending a grand university like this one, but that was a far off dream in the fantasy world of a child. We didn’t take the tour, but we both promised that we would as soon as the weather got a little warmer. I’m not kidding, we were so cold! I couldn’t believe my eyes when we were walking alongside this amazing building. It’s so tall, so beautiful, so… daunting! Imagine having to tell people that you attended Cambridge, and then having to live up to the expectations that are bestowed upon you. I couldn’t wrap my head around attending a junior college to study equine management. I don’t know what I would do if I attended this place. For the record, I do feel smarter just knowing that I’ve walked on the grounds that so many amazing people before me have. Sylvia Plath, Tom Hiddleston (who, by the way, is my freebie), Sir Ian McKellen, Charles Darwin, Jane Goodall, just to name a few. Also, I’m not a professional photographer, so don’t judge the quality of these photos!
After walking around for a little while, we happened upon a free (yes, a FREE) museum! See, in the USA, history isn’t free- we pay more than a pretty penny to see museums. But this place was absolutely amazing! I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Monet in person, and there were FIVE at that museum! My knees were jello by the time I pulled myself away from their beauty. And while I may not be the most religious person, I come from a long line of people who are. I went to bible camp and Sunday school, I went to church on Sundays and I still pray before every meal. But to be in the presence of these masterpieces depicting Jesus, Mary, the thorned crown, the cross… I felt like I should have dropped to my knees and started praying. Well, I did a little bit. I shouldn’t have been allowed to witness their beauty in all honesty. But that wasn’t all that we got to see, though religion was a major component of the entire museum. There were pianos that were centuries old. The one depicted actually had the keys labeled! I’m a piano player myself, so that was a good laugh. And to see such craftsmanship in the statues? They are so amazingly gorgeous. There was also a ton of pottery from every era, some dating back to 605AD. I’m not kidding! Now, I have a special place in my heart for horses and there were several statues depicting them. The one that I have pictured here is of Cupid On Horseback. It’s made of bronze and it was made between 1557-1641 by Francesco Fanelli. Probably my favorite piece (apart from the pianos) in the whole exhibit. There were also suits of armor complete with swords, helmets, and armor sets for horses! There’s even one with a horn in the center of its forehead which lead to a slightly heated discussion on the existence of unicorns (they’re totally real, btw). I’m just going to put more pictures down below of all the amazing things we saw at this art museum. We ended up going to a zoology museum immediately after this, but I didn’t get any photographs of that building. Honestly, we were too busy debating about the size of the specimens that they had on exhibit. Giraffes are NOT five feet tall at any point in their lives. They’re usually 6-7 feet tall when they’re born. So yeah that place, as interesting and factual as it was, was a hoot and a holler to walk through.
Not too long after the museums, we decided that we should grab lunch before heading home. We went home pretty early because Adam has a bad knee and a bad back (we’re working on them, I promise). We were trying to find this chicken place we had heard about but the maps we had kept getting us lost. We eventually found a nice, though a busy, place called Revolution. It was very… hipster. I guess that’s the best way to call it. Upstairs was a bar I think- we didn’t go up there. But the main level was a restaurant. The service wasn’t the best, and Adam’s burger had a funny smell to it, I liked the place! My food was great, and I couldn’t have gone much longer without ever having tried fish and chips. Adam’s burger also came in a bottle… totally caught him trying to sneak a fry (chip?) as I was taking a picture of his meal. They also sold Redbull as a drink. What?! Yeah, I don’t know either, but we were fascinated by that concept. They poured it into a whiskey glass and gave him a straw.
Anyway, after grabbing lunch we drove home and took a well-deserved nap! Neither of us are that good in public places, but I’m surprisingly better at it than he is. I just can’t talk to anyone- that’s his job. Have you ever noticed that even if you’re shy, if there’s someone else who is more uncomfortable, you suddenly become super sociable? It’s a weird thing, but I noticed it at lunch when I had to flag down the waitress. Like I said, the service kind of stunk. But it was super busy so I’m passing that off as a fluke. The rest of the night is still going on! It’s 3:30 in the morning of the next day that I’m writing and editing this because we got back from the bar just a little while ago… but that’s a story for another time.