OXFORD, ENGLAND

As much as I love London, there is a large part of me that still longs to explore more of the United Kingdom. While daydreaming about my upcoming trip, I asked Alex for some good suggestions for a day trip, and the literary nerd in me was thrilled when the prospect of Oxford finally became a reality.

Every street in Oxford is beautiful, charming, unique and worthy of having its portrait painted. Alex and Megan and I arrived mid-day, making our first stop, my most anticipated: The Eagle and Child. This pub is where C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien named themselves the 'Inklings,' and encouraged each others' works of art in writing. The place is still a frequented spot by locals and tourists alike, and it was just like any other pub I'd been to in England. Not to say it was a let down, it most certainly wasn't. The food was great and I drank the first beer I'd had in two years here: the best. It was a little more comforting to know that this was just as if me and my friends were discussing my life's work over a table at a favorite coffee shop or some great Italian chain restaurant we love. 

After lunch we walked through the university, gaping at every angle, gawking at those on campus who were just going about their daily business as if being in a place like this were normal... We headed into the School of Divinity, a place Alex prefaced as one of her favorites in Oxford. I walked in and was immediately struck with a familiarity I couldn't place, but finally realized with complete assurance that this was the filming location for Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire's dance lesson scene with Professor McGonagall. I turned a corner and, low and behold, my suspicion was correct: a poster telling just that fact with production shots from the movie.

The room was heavenly, the ceiling carved with such impeccable skill, the light streaming in the windows and the glass distorting the ancient buildings around the school. No idea how I would have ever concentrated on any classes if I'd been a student. Too much architectural distraction.

We continued to see idyllic scene after scene as we moseyed around the university. We made a visit to the university church, where C.S. Lewis first delivered 'The Weight of Glory' in 1941 to a congregation of future Oxford alumni. Several other notable speakers have preached there, but let's be honest. We were there for Lewis.

Alex led us to a little shop hidden on a backstreet called Objects of Use, where we perused a carefully curated group of items that were both practical and pretty. Ceramics, fairly expensive everyday sundry items like matchboxes and rolling pins. It's worth a visit for the visuals alone: the place is very well done. 

Because no trip is complete without some sort of garden, we visited Oxford Botanic Garden, which housed some of the best greenhouses and wildflower mixes I'd yet seen. We walked (sometimes barefoot) through the beds, picked our way through the greenhouses and I geeked out at all the insectivores. The true Pokémon, I guess.

We kept walking and taking in the beauty of the forgotten backstreets, finding our way to Chiang Mai Kitchen, because I can never eat enough Thai food and others like me being there as an excuse to try some exotic cuisines. The curries and coconut soup we ordered were incredible, and I glimpsed a whiteboard completely covered in Thai script as we left the little alley that hosted the dive.

This place transported me back in time and out of time to a year when I was a student at Oxford. I lived in a beautiful old row house and spent my time in between classes eating Thai food in back alley ways and biking over cobbled streets to class. Also I sat in fields of grass and took the bus across town for Ben's Cookies and bookstore shopping.

SURREY & KENT, ENGLAND

Back in February, one of my closest friends in the world came and visited me in Chiang Mai. Alex has been living in Reigate, Surrey for a couple years herself, and since I was already crossing a couple oceans to return to America, I decided to stop and chill with her for a few days. Let me tell you: one of the best travel decisions I've made. From the moment she met me at the airport, this gem showered me with hospitality, welcoming my frantic and jet-leggy self, listening to me rant on and on about Thailand and willing to do touristy things again and again because I'd only be in town for a hot second.

Spending time at her place was heavenly. The light in her and Jana's apartment ALONE was enough to make me never want to leave. Jana has plans to be in England for a little longer, so she had invested in making the place look homey and downright beautiful. The two of them grow herbs in their front yard, fill the flower beds with lavender and their flat looks like something out of a Hugh Grant movie.

Speaking of lavender, the second day that I was in town we headed to Mayfield Lavender Farm, an incredible farm filled with purple. We walked and took photos and I enjoyed the (to me) freezing breeze. There were bees everywhere, so I conquered some fears walking in and out of the rows of lavender blooms. We ate fairy cupcakes and drank lavender lemonade at the café before leaving. Never have I visited a farm so visually stunning. 

On the first full day, Alex, Jana, Fairlight and I visited Hever Castle. I'd never before explored a castle, and Anne Boleyn's childhood home didn't disappoint. The grounds were lovely, gardens and floral displays out the wazoo. The exhibits themselves were fascinating, centering on Henrys and Annes and Catherines and Katherines. The history of this place really was astounding. 

After a delicious Indian lunch of chicken Korma (sorry, not sorry), we finished up castle-wandering with a bout through a hedge maze, another new phenomenon. The center of the maze was a simple obelisk, but finding it was really the prize, this was no easy maze. Some of the dead ends weren't quite dead ends, and you totally could have squeezed through a few of the rows if you tried hard enough.

LONDON, ENGLAND

If I could sum up how I felt leaving London in one sentence: I could live here. Not only was this city something to truly behold, but there were so many times that I felt as if I could be a local, knowing the streets, navigating the tube like a pro. Joining my parents for the week of Christmas in England will always stand out in my mind as one of the best Christmas gifts I've ever received.

I arrived pretty late at night, so after forcing myself to sleep until a normal time to try to beat "the lag," we decided that the Eye would be our first stop. My mom is Miss Planner Extraordinare (sometimes I see where I inherited some of that), so we were ushered through the fast lane and got to skip the line to see the city.

When I turned thirteen my mom took me with her on a vision trip to London, the first time I rode the Eye. Then it had been sunny, and several Londoners had told me I'd lucked out. This time was a bit more usual, overcast and grey with a light drizzle. My dad was so enthused by the raindrops on the pod that I'd pick overcast over sunny anytime.

We spent our week staying at Guoman's Tower, right next to St. Katherine's Docks and the Tower of London. We knocked out a tour straight away, thankful we could come back and wander throughout the week (it was here that I managed to find Thai people, hearing their distinctive tones behind me as we exited the chapel at the Tower). 

After our full day of touristing the heck out of the River Roamer, I left my camera in our room in favor of a relaxing and fun evening with some local friends. Alex and Megan showed me what it was like to be an expatriate local, and our dinner at Southern Joe's (a barbecue dive they'd scoped out and been wanting to try) and walk around Covent Garden, Trafalgar Square, etc. proved to be one of the highlights of my entire time in Europe.

Day two can be summed up in one or two words. One: walking. Two: Bench, please. We walked to Big Ben. To Westminster Abbey. Through St. James's Park. Past Buckingham Palace during the changing of the guards. Through Hyde Park. Through Kensington Palace. Then we found a taxi, and I logged about 13,000 steps. Score.

Kensington Palace was quite... informative. I hadn't expected there to be as many "exhibitionary" items as there were, and it was fascinating to learn more about the former inhabitants and their lifestyles rather than just looking at what's been left behind.

Once we didn't want to walk anymore, we got dressed up and headed to dinner and a show, of course. What else do you do when you're about to fall over from jet lag and sore legs? We ate a wonderful butternut-squash-themed dinner of soup and gnocchi at Tutton's, a beautiful restaurant in Covent Garden very close to Lyceum Theatre, where we saw The Lion King. If you've never seen the show, it's a must. So much color, so many amazing costumes and set designs. Holy Rafiki.

If you spend any time with my family at all, you will realize quickly that we are a bunch of nerds. Nerds about computers, nerds about design, nerds about movies. Harry Potter is something that allows us to be such nerds. When I was young I was required to read the books for school, so my skeptical parents allowed it for the sake of my education. Little did they know (or me, for that matter) that they would end up loving the series just as much as my brother and I did, if not more.

That being said, a studio tour of the sets from the movie wasn't an option on our trip, it was required. Wednesday morning we took a bus from the city to the Warner Bros. Studio Tour, where we were allowed to geek out to our hearts content (among other, costumed, decked out fans) exploring sets, perusing shelves of Hogwarts garb, trying our hand at some (assisted) magic, and learning the secrets to making the wizarding world come to life.

Another evening with local friends followed suit: actual beef in an actual burger from Honest Burgers in Soho. Megan and I ventured down tiny little sois–excuse me, alleys, to find a cute little corner restaurant filled to the brim. I ordered the best beef I'd tasted in ages and got to see the flat some of my friends call home: tiny, but the coziest little place I've ever seen, right in the middle of bustling Charlotte Street with a view of very top of the Eye squeezed between two "turrets" across the street.

Forever a fan of views and heights, the next day involved the Shard, western Europe's tallest building. Definitely impressive, this building opens up on the very top floor to those who wish to be wind blown above everyone else in the city. It was raining a little while we were out there, but the experience was worth all the chill.

The Shard is less than a three minute walk to Bourough Market, the first place that seemed familiar to me after living in Southeast Asia for over a year. The goods and smells there were anything but familiar (even the Indian Chai, something I would kill for in Thailand!), but the market experience and the sight of all the vendors slammed together was a welcome respite from all the differences I'd been pelted with for four days.

Being Christmas eve, we started to plan what our Christmas day would look like, and how we'd make it special since we were displaced. It felt odd being in a place none of us had called home for such an important day. We split up to shop for each other's stockings, one of my favorite traditions. I ended up over near Oxford Circus somehow, logging another few thousand steps and loving being surrounded by Londoners just going about their business. I guess that's what I was doing as well, though. Just life.

For lunch on Christmas day we boarded a Citycruises boat on the Thames with a bunch of other misplaced expats and stuffed our faces until our stomachs hurt. I'll give traditional English dinner a thumbs up.

And because the only thing you do on actual Christmas day is laugh and eat and praise the Lord, we retired to our hotel and took a leisurely walk around the Tower and the docks to make us not feel so bad about eating so much and being away from so many.

On our last full day–Boxing Day, I dragged my mother out to go shopping. We snagged a few good sales down near Carnaby street, an area of town Megan had shown me and I had dipped into a couple days before. This is as close to Black Friday shopping as I've ever gotten, and I actually enjoyed it. We'll see what happens come Thanksgiving next year when I'm living back in America...could be bad.

After a lunch of fish and chips at Shakespeare's Head, and because Dad wouldn't come with us, we met him at the Millennium Bridge for some extra walking. My parents let me go look at Shakespeare's Globe, though we didn't have the time to go in or get a tour. It was enough for me. We ended the evening at a 1520's pub called Prospect of Whitby, London's oldest riverside pub.

The next morning I took the tube, then a bus, then another metro to Gatwick where I flew out to Amsterdam. London, I could live in you.