tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172662451289720866.post4468261417078210..comments2023-12-18T02:23:35.006-08:00Comments on From Another Angle: Oxford, City of Dreaming SpiresBetsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14081028753392935123noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172662451289720866.post-20490716206843492352008-07-01T09:57:00.000-07:002008-07-01T09:57:00.000-07:00Hey Colleen! We look forward to your visit. The ...Hey Colleen! We look forward to your visit. The kitten cards didn't just make the trip -- they have been essential to our sanity. Well done.Bretthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05840813711071359058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172662451289720866.post-76660893815526913112008-06-30T16:05:00.000-07:002008-06-30T16:05:00.000-07:00Oh, wow -- my sympathies. Reminds me of when Ashl...Oh, wow -- my sympathies. Reminds me of when Ashleigh and I arrived in Cambridge for our study abroad program at 10 pm at night, with so many suitcases that the first four taxi drivers we approached actually refused to transport us to our college. We eventually picked up our keys from the porters (at least our keys did actually work), unloaded our thousands of suitcases in the coldest attic room known to mankind, and set out in search of food. It was by then eleven thirty; we found only one dodgy-looking pub open, and elected to go back to my room, eat the few pieces of beef jerky that composed our collective food stash, and go to sleep in one single bed huddling together for warmth. Ah. Good times. And if it makes you feel any better, that memory actually IS funnier in retrospect. At any rate, your post about it is amusing and oh-so-relatable, and I do think you were both remarkably heroic under the circumstances! No tears = truly noble endurance. I hope Oxford is seeming friendlier now. Good luck!<BR/>PS So excited that the kitten cards made the trip to Oxford! :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com