Author Archives: Lizzy Harvey

10/5/15 – Port, Policy, and… Potties?

Mmmkay so I might have had a few glasses of port before writing this, so here’s to happy, rambly Lizzy! (literally when I was walking back to Catz my friend asked me about my trip to Barcelona, and I somehow started ranting about modern dance? I am not sure how that connection was made in my brain. Prepare for a fun blog post)

Tonight we finally went to the Oxford University Conservative Association’s Port & Policy event, a weekly meeting at which attendees are offered unlimited port as they listen to members debate a variety of political issues. This week, given the fact that UK elections just happened (Conservative David Cameron remains Prime Minister), the debates centered around what led to the results of the elections.

And yes, if you know me, you know that joining the Oxford University Conservative Association is one of the last things I could be expected to do, but this event seems so quintessentially Oxford that I had to give it a go (also, 5 pounds for unlimited port? Cheap student says yes please).

And in fact, it was really really interesting. It is basically a lot of very British and somewhat-to-very drunk students in a room shouting “SOUND” and “SHAME” (for support and dissent, respectively) as one very brave student stands up and speaks either in favor of or opposition to whatever proposal is being considered. I appreciated the few brave Labour Party supporters who stood up and said their piece, and I was impressed by the fact that lots of the conversation revolved around being able to debate and discuss issues (albeit without the clearest of mindsets) rather than setting one group as the clear right or wrong choice.

Video Sample Here: Port and Policy

Speaking of which (and the rambly Lizzy shows up, changing topic without any actual connection but simply because it is what her mind jumped to), I think I have learned almost as much about America as I have about Britain. Probably more, actually. Which is something I think Study Abroad people said, and I was like yeah yeah sure, just get me to England.

But actually, I have had the most amazing conversations with my American friends, who come from all over the country and bring very different perspectives from what I’m used to in my liberal West Coast bubble. For instance, once of my close friends here is from Kentucky (horse capital of the world), and man I never thought I’d learn so much about Kentucky, or moreover that learning so much about it would make me actually want to visit. Her entire lifestyle is so far from what I am used to, and yet in some ways we are so similar. We both decided to become vegetarian, we both ended up at high-achieving, high-pressure liberal arts schools, we both have a deep commitment to social issues, we are two of the most introverted members of our friend group here, as well as two of the most introspective. I feel so safe telling her things, because she listens without judging, and somehow we are able to connect despite our differences. I have been astounded again and again by how accepting my Kentuckian friend is of my radical views, despite how different her own are, and it has made me recognize many of the prejudices I hold.

You may recall, as I do, that in an earlier blog post I wrote that I was surprised by how liberal England is said to be, and how I found that to perhaps not be the case (at least in some of the areas I am, which, to be fair, are about as aristocratic as you can get). And I think I have learned a lot from this interaction with conservative views, both from back in the States and from England.

Speaking of things that continue to baffle me in England, have I mentioned toilets?

Yes, toilets.

I do not know how this came to be the case, but I am pretty sure that there is some sort of taboo against any toilet manufacturer in the UK producing the same toilet twice. No joke: every. single. toilet. is. unique.

Like, I remember when I was little and I used to read that picture book, The Princess and the Potty, about the princess who has to try out every single potty until she finds the one that is just right. And I swear, England is that princess. Some toilets are round, some are square, some are oval, some are strange elliptical shapes. And the flushing mechanisms! Who knew you could invent so many different flushing mechanisms! Chains, handles, automatic censors, buttons on the toilet, buttons on the wall– every single type of button imaginable, mind you, of all shapes, sizes, colors. Some even have double buttons, depending how how much you would like the toilet to flush (although I’ve found these never seem to work particularly well).

They seem to have a thing for buttons, as a matter of fact. Because they apparently prefer to press buttons instead of actually opening doors.

This is another thing that continues to baffle me. Now, maybe this is just specifically at Oxford, maybe there is some completely sensible security reason, but they seem to have an opposition to, well, literally just pushing/pulling open doors. Many of the doors in the college cannot be opened by application of manual force. Instead, you have to walk up to the door, and push a button next to it. Then you have to stand there and wait for the door to open itself.

I don’t see how this makes it more difficult for anyone to break in, because literally all you do is push the button instead of pushing the door.

Maybe they figure any intruders will just give up because it takes so freaking long for the door to open.

Ahem. Well I think that is enough rambling for now. I have stayed up really late for a couple nights in a row, and I need to actually get some work done tomorrow. English Faculty Library, here I come!

3/5/15 – Highlights of Break

Okay, actually posting every Sunday again! That means Sundays are Circus days and Blog days! 🙂

Since I skipped some time over break, I thought I’d give a few highlights that haven’t made it into my posts yet:

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Getting to meet up with my sister in Paris, if only for a short evening…

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Wandering through this LOVELY park right across from my friend’s dorm room at Cite Universitaire (while listening to the Spirited Away soundtrack. So epic.)

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Climbing the Eiffel Tower at night and looking out over all of Paris, talking with my friend Freddy about our dreams for the future, how things had changed so much over the last 7 years (wow, it’s been that long…)

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Seeing the sights of Rome with this angel!!!

And, highlight of highlights, WE TOOK A COOKING CLASS IN ROME!!!

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Uggg just look at that menu!!! It’s too much.

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Made all with fresh produce…

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Made our own pasta…

 

And I’m no food photographer (we needed you, dad!), but…

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First Course 

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Second Course

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PASTA

 

AND TIRAMISUUUUUU…

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Before

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And after 

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So most of my posts are like 98% words and 2% pictures, and this one is kinda the opposite, but you know? I’m gonna leave it at that for a change. Hugs and love from your world traveler and budding chef!

30/4/15 – In Transit(ish), Part II(ish)

So, I didn’t actually post on Sunday. Or the next Sunday. Or, yes, even the Sunday after that.

Don’t worry, I wasn’t struck by disaster, and this time it wasn’t because I forgot.

Something just… changed during the last couple weeks of traveling. I got to France and met up with my friend Freddy, and I barely even thought about the blog anymore, because I felt so immersed in each moment that actually taking time away to write about it in a blog post seemed so… irrelevant.

Don’t get me wrong, I love writing this blog and the reflection time has been fantastic, but these past several weeks I let myself forget the need to look back or forward and just invest in the present– live in the moment (or, as I aptly mistyped the first time: love in the moment).

Traveling was… gosh I can’t even describe it. I feel so, so lucky to have had this opportunity. For some reason, the sandals I bought in Rome are popping into my head. I only bought one* article of clothing in all my travel (???) and that was a pair of sandals that have a pattern of passport stamps from different cities around the world. And I know it’s kind of silly but I got those sandals because they remind me of how important this is to me. For years I’ve dreamed of traveling around Europe, but it never seemed entirely real– I always reminded myself that it was likely this travel would never actually happen.

And now it is– I’ve been to some of the major cities in Europe, and my thirst for new places and adventures is only growing. Each time I check off one place on my list, I learn about 10 more that I have to add (Australia and Morocco are at the top right now).

So, to quickly continue travel rundown: I have flown quite a few airlines, and I wanted to give any prospective travelers an idea of my experience.

EasyJet: great for the price– worth it for quick, cheap flights, might have to put up with some delay and the strict one bag policy is a pain (literally, not even a “Personal Item”– be careful!), but overall I’d recommend for the budget traveler

Aer Lingus: liked this airline, mostly for Irish travel of course, but no complaints! Keep in mind stricter baggage allowance within Europe vs International

Vueling: would not recommend, esp if you do not have Spanish language experience. I was able to get along fine with the language, but they changed my flight time with only a week’s notice (to 6 in the morning, requiring me to catch a cab in Paris at 4), comfort was not great, and I had to pay extra to sit in the exit row with “more leg room” which actually just meant I couldn’t keep anything with me and had to stick it all in the overhead compartment. :/

British Airways: would definitely recommend. Slightly more expensive than some other airlines perhaps, but very pleasant, very clean, on time, quick and efficient service, and free drinks in flight! 🙂

Mmkay so British Airways is what I took to fly back from Rome to London-Gatwick, and I have to say arriving back at Oxford was one of the happiest moments of my life. I do well in transit, as I mentioned, but there is something wonderful about returning to a place that you can call home. We got off the bus and walked past Magdalen college just as the bells chimed midnight, and the falafel truck was there like always, and I showered off the grime from traveling in our tiny shower which I love even though I bang my elbows against the wall the entire time and have to bend down to get my hair wet, and I got to say a late-night hello to my friends who were already back, and it was Just. Lovely.  The next day the sun was out, and I was able to wear a dress (!?!) and lay in the grass and read and make daisy chains and talk and be my hippie, English/Philosophy**-major self. Mm I wish I could transfer with words that feeling of being completely at ease with myself, with where I was, with the people around me…

And since then it has pretty much just been a process of getting back into the swing of things. I’ve had my first James Joyce tutorial and it went wonderfully (wrote about the difference between pity and empathy), I’ve discovered a new walking path with a giant Willow tree that is perfect for climbing into and reading, I’ve had a lotlotlot of conversations with my friends… started watching the new season of Game of Thrones… I’m back. 🙂 And I’m ready for my 2nd term at Oxford.

*my parents bought me a scarf and leather jacket; I am not counting those (thanks Mom and Dad!! I have used both a lot and love them!!

** You know you’re a Philosophy Major when: you start trying to explain to your friend what love means to you in terms of necessary and sufficient conditions. XP