After we came back from the walk, we got to see our place for the first time. After a very extreme London logging (we refer to it as purgatory), the Cambridge flat seemed unreal. Clean, spacious and fresh in every way. It has two bathrooms, a large terrace and the most comfortable bed. Kids have been taking their naps and sleeping through the night. Our hostess even thought to leave two pitchers in the fridge with milk for the kids!!!
The apartment complex is set next to the river and is separated by a small patch of beautiful rich prairie. To get to the town center we cross a bridge and follow the river Cam. Anytime of the day the scenery is just spectacular.
Instead of squirrels Cambridge has ducks, they are everywhere! The city is connected by parks of all shapes and purposes. The other day in the park that is closest to our house we saw 10 cows spend all day just hanging out. In that same park the weekend of our arrival there was a carnival, the oldest in England it dates back to Richard II. Last weekend everywhere in the town the were performers playing sets as part of a festival, the park became fragments of Ravinia.
The town quickly turns into a countryside. All paths along the river have gates to keep cows in their designated areas. The first time we saw a calf in the fields of the Kings college we were surprised, but the quickly grew accustomed. Happy cows make for some great cheese (not an original thought), as we discovered while sampling the vast riches of the Cambridge open market, which was there 7! days a week. Our favorite find; however, was the ostrich burger- a gammy treat with sharp mustard needed no additional garnish.
Punting is the thing to do in Cambridge. I avoided it with the kids, but when Conor and I went out on a date we indulged ourselves. Later we bonded with rest of the students from the program over a drinking game.
It was wonderful to have gone to a place where the time went at a smooth pace. Leaving Cambridge was hard, but eased by the fact that we were headed over to Ireland.
Punting is the thing to do in Cambridge. I avoided it with the kids, but when Conor and I went out on a date we indulged ourselves. Later we bonded with rest of the students from the program over a drinking game.
It was wonderful to have gone to a place where the time went at a smooth pace. Leaving Cambridge was hard, but eased by the fact that we were headed over to Ireland.
