I Am Outsmarted By A Washing Machine

The laundry app that talks to the washing machines in Aberdare thoroughly deserves its 1-star rating in the app store. It let me create an account. It told me to scan the code on the nearest connected machine to establish my location. In the time it took for me to walk from my room to …

A Rollicking Saturday Night

There is no panic so pure as the panic of jolting out of deep writing flow to the sound of a fire alarm, unless it is the panic of jolting out of deep writing flow to the sound of a fire alarm in a building you still get lost in. After a brief internal struggle as …

In Which I Make A Friend (Yes, Really)

At breakfast, I ran into Anna (she who recited the entire War of the Roses to me over dinner two nights ago). She’s a history major from small-town Essex, and she volunteered to show me around downtown. We agreed to meet up as soon as we got our things together. After one false start that …

Nailed It

Outside the rugby stadium, there are mosaics representing English-speaking countries. Canada has, let’s see, a salmon, a baseball bat, a steamer ship, a moose, a mountie, possibly a representation of logging? New Zealand has a dolphin, a mountain goat, a palm tree, a lizard, a canoe, and some kind of fern. Scotland gets a salmon, …

The Peppy American On The Floor

The cabinets in the kitchen on my floor are papered with unfriendly notes to the effect of: “Do not use my stuff—it’s not yours.” So, contrarian that I am, I gathered up the five extra forks from the six-pack I got at Wilko and left them on the counter with a sign that says “Free …

Hallelujah

I talked my way into the microfiction creative writing class that the faculty advisor wouldn’t let me sign up for yesterday because I didn’t have the prereqs. And when I say talked my way into, I mean blurted out my entire resume to the faculty advisor and begged her to talk to the chair of …

What Did I Just Eat?

It was mostly white and the texture of lumpy custard, with shiny semi-translucent shell-pink globs that vaguely resembled jellyfish sushi. They quivered like jello but crunched grittily like pear and tasted vaguely like sweet gelatin. I think it was dessert?

Enough About Me, Let’s Talk Castles

I know this is a horribly blurry picture. My blog apparently doesn’t like uploading panos. If you can’t tell, this is the view from the top of the Norman donjon in the middle of the Cardiff Castle grounds, overlooking downtown Cardiff. So I visited Cardiff Castle today. It’s a ten-minute walk from my dorm room. …

Food, Glorious Food

This is a tale best told in pictures. So you walk in off the street, run a gauntlet of very smelly fish stalls in the foyer, and find yourself looking at this: This is Cardiff Market. It was built sometime in the 1890s, but there has been a market on or near this spot since …

It Turns Out I Don’t Like Suffering

When I signed on to study abroad in Wales, I knew it would have ups and downs. I hoped it would have ups and downs. Disasters make great blog posts. Also, suffering builds character. But in the last 24 hours, I have: -not slept because of the traffic noise outside my window and the fact that my sheets …

Those Accents

Brits can make anything sound intelligent, even things like: (This will be a running list)   “You shut the lid and the toilet goes all airplane-crazy and flushes.” —a Brit explaining the toilets in the Percival building   “As a matter of cultural pride, all street signs are bilingual English and Welsh. You will find …

I Am Saved By A Knight Of The Round Table

So this was the first morning of “compulsory” orientation (I really wish they would pick a friendlier word than “compulsory.” It’s a very scary word to contemplate as you’re running across campus in the pouring rain on an empty stomach with your iPhone performing nuclear fission in the bottom of your satchel and thus not …