10:28 AM
St. Peter’s Bump!

Final day of Summer Eights — St. Peter’s W1 bumps Brasenose W1!
(I’m the one all the way to the left in the right boat)

Final day of Summer Eights — St. Peter’s W1 bumps Brasenose W1!
(I’m the one all the way to the left in the right boat)
It. Never. Stops. Raining.
Ever.
Luckily, I’m pretty sure the engineering faculty is making good headway on the ark.

TIRAMISU!

Crusty Mozzarella and Ricotta Crepes. ‘Nuff said.

Welcome to Verona, the most gorgeous Italian city that has ever been.
City of Love. (Wait, that’s Paris).
Correction - City of Violent Bloody Teenage Lust.
Still, if you’ve been looking at this out your balcony for fourteen years, I don’t know if I can really blame you for going puppy love crazy.

Visiting Verona has also prompted my embarrassing knowledge of Romeo and Juliet quotes.
And I often used them in inappropriate contexts.
And then one phrase would sometimes quickly turn into a whole soliloquy.
I’m not ashamed.
I do not hear your ridicule.
Nope.
No sir.
But, I hear you laughing.
Well, A PLAGUE ON BOTH YOUR HOUSES.
Take that.
This is a picture of Capri, an island that looks like it is constantly digitally enhancing itself inside your eyeballs.


CORK, IRELAND — Fish and Chips. ‘Nuff said.


NAPLES, ITALY — After a long day of traveling, all I wanted was a good Italian meal.
What I got was this pizza.
This pizza is most likely the most delicious pizza I have ever eaten in my entire life.
And I have eaten a lot of pizza.
I felt like I had whiplash after this meal. That’s how good it was. It was life-changingly good.

BUDAPEST, HUNGARY — As the third entry from Budapest, you may be saying: “Wow, I didn’t know that Budapest had such good food!” And to that I will say to you: “This is only the food that I remembered to take pictures of. There is a reason this country is called Hungary. “
Here, we have a glazed, juicy chicken breast with some sort of eggy Hungarian rice/noodle things mixed with onions, tomatoes, and various greens. To complete the meal,the drink is a snazzy, possibly slightly alcoholic lemonade/mint concoction that I drank every last drop of.

BUDAPEST, HUNGARY — Possibly my favorite meal of Budapest, these are homemade pumpkin ravioli, topped with creamy sauce, spinach, and parmesan cheese. Also, panning to the right is the best gin fizz I have ever tasted (if you look closely you can see that it even had a cherry).

BUDAPEST, HUNGARY — In a restaurant appropriately named Fatal (because you feel like you are going to die after all the food you consume in this place) I ate paprika chicken with mushrooms, peppers, and potatoes, with Hungarian ewe cheese noodles, all slathered in spicy tomato cream sauce and Turkish yogurt.
There was no room for dessert.

So, while Copenhagen is the most expensive city I’ve ever visited EVER, it is still quite pretty.
