Last Friday, my mom and I traveled to York, to visit my little sister on her semester abroad. (Actually, it’s Elske’s third semester abroad, but since the other two were in Kenya and South Africa, respectively, this was the first time we made it over to where she was.)
Elske has a British (English? Gaah, what was the politically correct term again?) boyfriend, Dave, and he just got a job at a posh boarding school (a school run by Benedictine monks, incidentally). The school has seventeen rugby pitches, and he’s the new rugby coach. On the day we arrived, he had to go over there for some paperwork and safety training and we tagged along. The grounds are gorgeous.
The next day, we first went by the university and Elske’s department. She’s doing her masters in biology and working in a greenhouse. Hence the green lab coat and all the plants.
The British are apparently very health and safety conscious, hence this very specific sign.
Then we went into York itself and of course had a high tea-esque experience.
Finally, we ended the day with fish and chips. Mmm, fish and chips.
Sunday, Elske and I first went to the gym. Now, I’m no stranger to the gym, but I usually stick to the stairmaster and the elliptical machine. I certainly don’t go anywhere near the bench press or any of the other weights. But Elske does, so I went along. My muscles are still sore, three days later. But I did bench press 25 kgs (55 pounds!) so I have that accomplishment to soothe the pain. Kind of.
After the gym, we met my mom in the city, walked along the waterfront, got wet in the pouring rain and visited the Choral Evensong at the York Minister (the cathedral). Oh, and ate sticky toffee pudding and bread and butter pudding.
Well, there you have it. York 2012 in 7 pictures. It was short and sweet (not to mention delicious) and I enjoyed every minute of it. Well, except the 6:30 AM flight. But you can’t win them all.