
So, I’ve been back from the British Isles for several weeks now… and I’ve pretty much seriously failed at updating since I got back. Nothing overly news-worthy has happened, I s’pose. Until now!
Amy, my roommate from UBC, came to visit, and has been staying with me for the past… week or so. Which has been pretty nice, for several reasons (namely because I have not seen her in a while, and also because it’s nice to have someone else who understands my random Doctor Who allusions, etc.). Plus, it’s been swell to have someone to do things with in general. So, yay for Amy bringing excitement to July!
We went down to Mexico (Calafia specifically, which is South of San Diego) for almost a week. We usually go to Rocky Point, so it was kind of nice to see another part of Mexico, especially since my dad and I sort of forewent our backpacking through Mexico trip for this summer (er, I went to the UK instead…). Anyway, it was a lot more metropolitan-ish, and I still prefer Rocky Point, I think. Not as many crazy loud people or federales with ridiculously big guns pointed in our general direction. And more importantly, no Wal-Marts.
Highlights from the trip, in no particular order, accompanied by pictures:
I love Mexican markets. They crack me up, because they’re overflowing with raw fish (among other things) that looks disturbingly unappetizing, but it’s generally ridiculously good.

La Bufadora! One of two (apparently) biggest natural blow-hole things. Or… something. It was a bit of a walk from the car to it, and the walk there was lined with shops, where I discovered that I apparently do not like the taste of “straight-up” Mangoes – especially when they’re covered in a mysterious red spicy powder.


Then we ran into this random street where people were painting on a wall. Just, random people painting this random wall. It was actually quite exciting, and Amy and I got some paint and joined in. I guess this is what you get when you give two Arts students paint and a portion of an empty wall…

And of course, I’m always a fan of beaches!

And water in general.

Back to the topic of the UK… A semi-big part of the reason I went was to visit schools that I’m looking at applying for for my Master’s degree next year. Namely, a school in Cardiff and one in London. I’ve been thinking a lot about it, and people keep asking me and I’ve sort of come to a conclusion. While the London one canceled the degree I was really intrigued by (go figure – why am I having so much difficulty with degrees recently?! Argh.), and the Cardiff school was less than helpful, I think I’m still going to apply for the latter. And possibly look around for something in Edinburgh, because I think I pretty much fell in love with that city. So, bravo for Cardiff and their fascinating nearly-vowelless-Welsh language.

I feel like I’ve written a mini novella here (at least it is complete with pictures, eh?), so I’ll take that as a cue to stop. Hope you’re all having a lovely summer!