Yesterday we went walking into town centre. It was a beautiful day and we ventured into the historical part of town. And when I say historical, I mean into the abbey that was built by an english king in 1121. Anyway, it hit me, that Reading has become our home. We aren't a bunch of tourists (well, we basically are if it was measured by the amount of pictures we take). Reading is now ours. And it felt good.
Here are a few pictures of our town.
Here are a few pictures of our town.
the view from our window
the local monument to the soldiers who died in the afghan war....not the one on right now...
parts of the abbey
the gateway into the city (and where the abbot was hung, drawn and quartered by Henry VIII)
You have no idea how jealous I am! I love England, and the only way I can seem to access it is through your blog and Jane Austen novels. So keep it coming, because you can only read dear Jane so many times. I just hope the exchange rate is not killing you!
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad it feels like home!
ReplyDeletePS your green jacket is soooo cute!
Seeing your pictures makes me want to go back to England so bad! How long will you be in Reading? One year? When do your classes start? Hopefully all of your professors will have mild accents!
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