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one pact. letters from beijing and paris.
Rachel’s currently on the Eurostar headed to Paris, so I’m posting this as a slight protest that I am not on my way to stuff my face full of delicious croissants, macarons (not to be confused with macaroons), and creme brulee. Also, I love this postcard that “someone special” gave Rachel: it reminds me ofRead On >>
Right after I finished taking my last final before winter break during my junior year at Brown, I stepped out of Sayles Hall. It was snowing heavily as I walked across the Main Green, and I spotted a guy from my dorm, bundled up in a puffy jacket and gloves. I shouted, “SEE YOU INRead On >>
America has FINALLY seen the Downton Abbey episode where a terrible, terrible thing happens and we are left devastated and also wondering what is going to happen to Anna and Mr. Bates. Well, don’t worry! Let’s keep in mind that things happen in Downton Abbey (my favorite reality TV show – those people who still thinkRead On >>
The wind is howling on Pendle Hill on Halloween. It lies in Northern England, and has been described to me as a seductive hill with a macabre, dark past. My friend Rachel and I are climbing the hill – it’s only 4pm, but the sun sets in less than hour. We can see the small villages of Sabden,Read On >>
After six Pimms, 20 squandered pounds, two purchased hats, and one final race at Royal Ascot, the five-day premier horse racing event in England, Rachel and I board the crowded train back to London and end up sitting in the First Class car. We’d somehow found ourselves, two Americans, returning from a day at the races.Read On >>