English Countryside

As we are closing in on my final days in this country, I thought I would recap some scenes from our lovely and quintessentially English vacay up to the country (Norwich area). It was a trip filled with: playful dogs, amazing traditional English food, the North Sea aka BEACH, the cosiest country home ever filled with great company from world travelers and rides in a convertable. Basically, a dream.

I have actually done a pretty darn great job of exploring this city I'd say. But literally it's so big there are still plenty of boroughs I have yet to venture to. Perhaps my next trip up to this island...

Oh and a couple of friends and myself went to see "The Chef" last night and I gotta say, it was superb! A feel good movie. Fair warning:

DO NOT GO HUNGRY. Unless you have Cuban food near you then....just eat before hand. I wanna start a food truck. 

PB: Fair Trade Java

Proper tunage: "Your Song" -Sir Elton John

Xxx Rynny

15th century church

This kitchen....this kitchen made me cry happy coffee tears

Ah, the English Elderflower

Built 1077. (Yeah, as in the year) Destroyed Built by William the Conqueror. (minor historical oversight;)

These ruins were just off the side of a road on our way to the beach. I was like...........?!!!.!$:$:$::!!/&/82&

Sure. 

Said traditional English cuisine....i tried my first blood pudding. I dare say...not bad. 

Back yard of le country abode. And Humbug the dog. 

Fab. 

North Sea Yoga

Razor fish

Cuban food after "The Chef". I told you. I don't joke when it comes to food. 

Mist trails and palm trees

Yep. It's almost that time again. Literally, I'm trippin out over here. Nothing to do with job hunting or the fact I'm moving across the pond (again). No, no......it's 109 degrees back home right now (for those EU peeps, that's a stifling 42C). Yeah, I know. I'm over here in 70-75 and am like......I'm going to die. Straight up melt. Ugh. BUT.........I'm so stoked to come home and see the fam and besties and my crazy cats. Plus, let's get real...California is pretty doggone amaze balls. I've been dreaming about mist trails, half domes, target, redbox, REAL Mexican food, animal fries and palm trees for quite a while now.

I will miss London. I'll miss so many things about this unbelievable city that has become my home. I feel so privileged and blessed to be able to say that I called it home for a time. It woos you in so many ways it's near impossible to want to leave. I know I'll step foot on English soil again. Till then, California...you get in my senses (preferably not too much to give me hay fever). Xo

Ryn

PB: Strong coffee

(All phot's via pinterest) 

Cruisin through Catalonia

Man oh man. This trip came at a perfect time. Capstone = done, and we're roundin into the single digits (of weeks left before I return to the homeland). It's a bitter sweet feeling. Six months ago I felt like time was just draggggging and I couldn't wait to just be done. (Side note: someone is cooking bacon next door. I can smell it through my open window. I might have to go make some new friends). Yet now that I have 7 or so weeks left...I realize how much I still want to do and see. Europeans are quite privledged. I mean, you can take a train from London and be in Paris in 2 hours. Different food, culture, language, you name it...2 hour train ride...boom. You can hop a flight for 40£ RT and be in Morocco or Istanbul or Italy, Germany....I mean.....the wealth of cultural experiences they have at their fingertips blows my mind. It's no wonder (obviously) why they tend to know so many different languages where we as Americans (i'm making a VERY broad generalization here obviously) might only speak English or maybe Spanish. I must say, I found myself embarassed on several occasions. I waltz into a country and most of them can speak some of my mother tongue and I'm left with "blah blah blah...some form of broken French or Spanish" 

Indeed that is my own fault. I shall resume Ms. Rosetta Stone at once to try and remedy said situation. 

Wow, I went wayyyyy off topic there. Oh well....that's why it's my blog;)

I will let the pictures of our Barcelona adventures speak for themselves. What an incredible city. I'll be back (said with Terminator like determination). 

Xo

Ryn

Proper brew whilst in Bacelona = Sangria. Duh. 

Our cute lil hostel. 

I don't even know where to begin when discussing Tapas. 

The beginning of the Sangria consumption. Best I've ever had. Well done. 

Tortured pigs feet. I know.

Real Spanish churros WITH chocolate sauce. 

Christopher Columbus. 

Eggs.

Ha! Not a chance. 

La Sagrada Familia. Blew. My. Mind. Wide. Open. 

The reason for every season;)

Ohhhh you bet your a** I had one of these. €1.50?! 

Straight up found Obama. 

You put the lime in the coconut.

Mmmmmmahahajuasnuwjsbsn

Best Paella ever. 

See???? Amaze balls. If you get a choice.....GO. Don't hesitate. 

Adios!