To Wivenhoe

It was not until 4 days ago, having lived here for 135 days as of writing this, that I discovered the Wivenhoe Trail. And like so many hidden treasures, it was right in my own backyard. Well, more like down some stairs and across the street from my building, but close enough that I'd passed it countless times without ever suspecting the 2.5 km water-side walk that awaited me.

Contrary to what the sunset suggests, the water was actually brown

Chamber of Secrets? Medieval Gutter? whatever it is, I kept afar

topless/decapitated tree

I appreciated the unassumingness

   

Yes We Can..terbury!

The second trip sponsored by the study abroad office was a day spent in the historicized birthplace of both Christianity and more famously, the Canterbury Tales.

Canterbury once seated the spiritual leader of the Church of England, so I was surprised to see

...Moses

Equally pleasantly surprising was spotting this pronoun reference oversight

Oh, and here's Canterbury Cathedral

Leading us past these amazing sights was our incredibly stereotypical old-British-lady of a tour guide, Lynn, who offered a Canterbury Tale of her own: