Take a Deep Breath… 28 March 2009

Every day, wherever I am here, in the UK, I have to remind myself that I am not dreaming. I don’t mean to sound corny about it, but there is so much richness and history here, and the architecture is beautiful on a grand scale. Whether I’m walking to school, or meandering on an off day, I’m constantly reminded of this very different world – as if to be in an acute state of dreaming while awake. I am hyperaware of my surroundings, and when I am not, this surreal reality whips back at me and my senses are deluged by this new reality at any given moment. The sights – of the respective areas and of the variety of people, the sounds of different languages, the different smells – breads baking, coffee roasting, fried and ethnic foods coalescing, and the feeling of cool air upon me as I warm up during a brisk walk…

Yesterday, I went to London with Professor Branzburg. I had missed the first tour because I got sick during the first week, but I made up for it in spades. Every corner I turned, I saw a new picture – a photograph I had to take. We take so much for granted – media gives us a sense of “being there,” but when we’re actually in the picture we see on the television or silver screen, the experience is breath-taking. I had to occasionally take a deep breath and orient myself to the experience of seeing firsthand the scenery of London.

One of my goals I’ve kept since the beginning of my Oxford stay was to take a picture of every Starbucks that I encountered. Even though there are Starbucks here, and while many of the features are the same as the American stores, there is an infusion of something “different” within – whether it that reflects the more relaxed coffee culture here or the way the interior is designed. For instance, as I mentioned in a previous entry, from the outside, things often look fairly “status quo.” However, upon walking in, one of the Starbucks I looked into was incredibly spacious. Another one, which will appear in my follow up pieces, was quite quaint. Upon looking in I saw several people reading newspapers, facing the outside along a table along the window front. Finally, in an upscale London area, one of the Starbucks was decorated with rich black and gold wood frames. Each one has its own personality.

We walked for four hours straight before we took a break, and I was exhausted, but nevertheless wanting to take in more. I realized at dinner that I needed to travel to London alone and take in the view incrementally – piece by piece on different days, and allow myself absorb – as if by osmosis – this brave new world I am in. After walking, Professor Branzburg and I decided it was time to sit down and have a bite. I was very insistent on going to a pub, or at least an English restaurant; we were in London after all. My other goal is to experience at least one new pub a week, if not two. The beer is really good – the alcohol content is higher as a rule, and not all beers are chilled. Many of the pubs have their own “select” beer(s).