Cambridge

On Sunday I went down to Cambridge with the whole family. It was really nice getting a tour from someone who went there. I got wonderful anecdotes and stories, architectual lectures, and bits of history. I say the corridor where Newton calculated the speed of sound. I stood on the Bridge over the river Cam. Give it a second, it took me about thirty.

I watched people punting (or more often, trying to punt) down the Cam river, wandered through many-styled buildings, with all the styles older than my country. It is a very weird feeling walking through old cities here. London is pretty comfortable, because most of it burnt down and so the majority of buildings are less than 200 years old. Cambridge didn't have that. There were newer buildings of course, but there were also buildings, or parts of them, that dated back to Henry the 8th, or even older.

I felt quite envious to be honest, I would have loved to spend three years at a school like that, not only one that's aestically pleasing, but where you only go to lectures for fun and your real education is done either one-on-one or in very small groups. But before I get too regretful, I must remember that I didn't even have the grades and test scores to get into Macalester, so it's silly to think I would've gotten into Cambridge.

It was a lovely day however, Spring is here with a vengence. Everything's blooming, it smells amazing, and the colors are majestic.