Oxford and London

England was exactly how I expected it to be. Cloudy and full of people with funny accents. It was nice to hear my native language in the tube and in the club. I had no trouble feeling at home with the English, trying my best to adopt an english accent for the majority of the trip got a lot of laughs but also some weird looks. I guess that can be expected.

I spent most of the time in Oxford. It wasn't the city I had pictured in my head. When I think of Oxford I think of an elegant churchy city, full of the smart and proud students aspiring to be the next Stephen Hawking (minus the wheelchair). In reality, it had a great small town vibe and a relatively good amount of partygoers. Most of the city was green and farmland scattered the outskirts of the downtown district. It was calming to see that the weather in England is what I thought it was, gray and rainy even in the middle of June.

French, an Oxford native and good friend of mine, hosted me for a few days. Having a local show you around, can make the experience a dozen

times better for many reasons. I actually met French on vacation in the Caribbean, which just proves that making friends and meeting new people can create more memories and possibilities than you could ever imagine. He showed me the best restaurants, the cheapest bars, and invited his friend group for a fun night out to the clubs. I had to go to Nando's and I think that it had to be the most overrated restaurant I've ever been to. It's basically just a grilled chicken restaurant, with bad service, high prices and mid food. Don't be mad if you disagree, but please stop hyping it up.

I spent the last day in London. Besides transportation issues and high prices it was a great city. My airport bus (that cost me 20 euros), broke down just as it got to Liverpool street, forcing me to try to catch a train to the airport. Unfortunately, my card kept declining and I had to force myself through a barrier and into the train before a station attendant could stop me. I thought everything was going to be smooth from there, but once we got to

Stansted they had 3 stations attendees side by side checking tickets. (Honestly, what kind of sad life do you need to have, to spend your time checking tickets and fining people) Anyway, I didn't know how I was going to get out of the situation without paying a 100 euro fine, until I saw that one of the attendees was barely looking at the writing on the tickets. I rummaged through my pockets and found an old ticket from my arrival in London. I quickly passed it to the attendee and ran up the stairs and into the check in line, taking off my sweatshirt and hat before 3 station attendees got to the top of the escalator.

Best tradition:

Cheesy Chips sounded like a weird, and honestly non appetizing snack, coming from a hater

of cheese on fries. But apparently they are a staple point of English nightlife. Dozens of

kebab shops sell cheesy chips deep into the night when the partygoers get out of the clubs. While I was hesitant to try them, I have to crown them as best post party snack I've had in a while. Maybe it was the garlic aioli and chili sauce, but either way we may have to steal this idea and bring it to the States.