Friday (10/30) - I wake up excited that morning anticipating my mother's arrival to only find an email from her that reports the delay of her flight. Actually, her flight was cancelled and then rescheduled. You see, she was supposed to get in around 10 that night so I was all set to go get her after going to Formal Hall Dinner with Melody. Unfortunately, her flight was delayed until 6:30 saturday morning. I was completely put out. This meant I would have to wake up at 4:45am so I could catch a bus to meet her at Heathrow. However, I knew it would be worth it, of course.
Saturday (10/31) - I wake up at 4:45am after twisting and turning that night due to excitement and me continually pondering which weapon would be most effective against an assailant at 5am in Oxford. I leave the house by 5 and begin to walk to Gloucester Green (the bus stop). I expected to see very few people out at that time, assuming that all of the drunks and creeps would be in bed. However, I was surprised by seeing a group of people coming out of the Purple Turtle Club and another group trying to get a taxi. I ride the bus and arrive at Heathrow at 6:30am. One funny aspect of my ride was that the bus had wireless internet so I talked to my dad on skype as I rode. I find my way to terminal 3 and find a spot to wait, while keeping an eye on the flight arrivals information. I notice that by 7am the board still hasn't reported my mother's plane's arrival. I began to worry and finally went up to the information counter. After a highly confusing talk with a quick-speaking British man, I discovered that my mother's flight had been diverted to Shannon, Ireland and estimated to arrive in London around 8:20am. Of course this happens. Got to love air travel. In short, my mother's plane finally arrived by 8:50 and I met her around 9:30. It was so nice to hug her and see her again. A mother's hug is so healing. We travel back to Oxford, clean up at my house, and then I take her on a brief tour of Oxford. Exhausted by 4:30, we go to The Four Candles Pub and eat dinner and go home. My mom falls asleep by 7pm and I go out for Halloween. I dressed as Tom Cruise from Risky Business. No Brits seemed to understand it.
Sunday (11/1) - This day is a bit of a blur to me. I remember that my mother got sick that morning but thankfully she began to feel better by the afternoon. Also I recall that we went on a walk around my neighborhood. All other aspects about that day seem hazy, so you must forgive me.
Monday (11/2) - This was our mass shopping day in Oxford. We went to the Warner's house to hear a lecture on "An Inspector Calls" by J.B. Priestly, which was the play we were going to see on Thursday. Then we shopped our little hearts out. We really didn't buy anything, I just showed her all of my favorite shops. My mom told me that she realizes she shouldn't buy clothes for me. Instead she should buy me food because she thinks I'm starving here. That night we went to Jamie's Italian Restaurant and had pasta. It was delicious, but we got small portions. We decided to treat ourselves on the way home with "Cheesy Chips" or french fries covered in cheese from a kebab stand. Delicious.
Tuesday (11/3) - This was my day to write an essay so that took up most of my time. It rained some of the day so my mom didn't go out much. She visited the Modern Art Museum and walked around Christ Church Meadows. I think this was also the day that we got tea at a cute little restaurant. Then we went out to Jamie's again and got steaks. Again it was delicious.
Wednesday (11/4) - THis was the eventful day. we got up at 7:30 to get on a bus to London. After many delays, we arrived by 11 and promptly went to the Tate Modern art museum. It was interesting, I suppose, but not my type of art. After there we went to the Tate Britain and viewed some more art, which was a bit more interesting. After a snack we went on to the Covent Garden area and shopped at H&M. It was completely divine. I love H&M. We used the rest of our time before the theatre to go to the National Portrait Gallery (which was amazing) and ate dinner at a italian restaurant. As a treat we stopped at this cupcake cafe and got a cupcake, coffee, and hot chocolate. As we sat outside letting time pass and enjoying our time together, I noticed a man I recognized. It was Alan Rickman!!!! I couldn't believe it. I just stared. It was amazing. We saw "An Inspector Calls" and really enjoyed it. After a long day, we finally arrived home to the comfort of our beds.
Thursday (11/5) - I worked on my essay for a bit and then we went to the Natural History Museum, then enjoyed a good cup of tea in Marks and Spencer (a grocery store). Realizing we were worn out from the day before, we went home and relaxed until going to Curry Thursdays at The Crown and the Oxford Union debate on Conceptual Art. A thoroughly lovely day.
Friday (11/5) - We woke up early so my mom would make it to the airport with plenty of time to spare. I sent her off on the 8am bus with much sadness in my heart. Thankfully neither of us cried, which made the parting easier.
That weekend I went to Cambridge and visited my friends there. I had a lovely time. We just hung out on Friday and went punting (like riding in gondolas sort of). It was great fun. I needed to see my friends and was rejuvenated after visiting them.
I'm getting tired now. It is 1:20am. I will explain my title though. I've recently come to the realization that I wish I knew more than I know. But then it feels like the more you know, the more you know how little you know. But, I have determined that these next few years I am going to spend my time learning by traveling, seeing sights, and in classes. However, when my life is more settled and I am not forced to read all the time, I want to read to widen my base of knowledge. Sounds good, right?
I will try writing again soon. This weekend the Cambridge kids are coming to visit so I am very excited. Something fun to look forward to!
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