MK, me, Jen, and Kristen at Abbey Road Crossing
Jennifer, Kristen, Mary Kathryn and me at a retro diner in Soho
fun at Big Ben
Standing on the Prime Meridian, in the eastern and western hemisphere!
Beautiful County Kerry, Ireland
Biking through Killarney National Park
Enjoying my pint of Guinness at the Guinness Storehouse, with Dublin in the background
Easter Sunday in St. Stephen's Green, Dublin**For those of you reading both mine and Kristen’s blog, sorry if this is redundant, but we were together for all of break, so we did all the same things!**
I spent my weeklong Easter vacation in London and Ireland, and I had a fantastic time! Given the length of this trip, the following post is going to be pretty long (even longer than usual) so I apologize in advance, and I thank those of you who actually read the whole thing! : ) Other than Switzerland, this was the only international trip I’ve made since being abroad, and my only trip that’s been longer than an extended weekend. Mary Kathryn, Kristen, and I departed from Salamanca on the morning of Friday April 3. While we were in London, we stayed with my cousin Beth and her husband Josh. After the bus to Madrid, the metro to the airport, the plane to London, a train to the Tube, and a little bit of walking, we finally made it to Beth’s flat around 9pm, about 12 or so hours after we had started our journey! My friend Jennifer, who is studying in Paris and joined us in London for the weekend, was already there, and after settling in, all six of us ate dinner together. Saturday was packed with sightseeing, starting with Notting Hill in the morning. We had breakfast at an adorable tea room then browsed through the Portobello Road market. This market was much closer to what I imagined a European market to be; there were lots of antiques, vintage posters, and cool jewelry. We stopped at a book store and stocked up on English books, and after lunch in a pub (fish and chips!) we saw Kensington Palace and wandered through Kensington Gardens and Hyde Park. We got some ice cream at Harrods department store and roamed through the store, but by that point we were exhausted and headed home. After a relaxed dinner at a pizza place in Beth’s neighborhood, we crashed.
Sunday morning we went to Abbey Road crossing, where the Beatles took their famous photo. We hogged the intersection for a while from all the other tourists and tried to—rather unsuccessfully—reenact the photo, while also trying to dodge the cars that patiently (in most cases) waited while we played the part of annoying tourists. We then went to the British Museum, via Regent’s Park, with a lunch stop on the way. I went to the British Museum when I was in London last year, and both last year and this year I enjoyed seeing items from my art history classes as well as famous artifacts like the Rosetta Stone and Cleopatra’s mummy. By the time we were done with the museum we were again exhausted (walking all day does that to you) so we stopped at a cutesy ’50s diner in Soho for some sweet treats to rejuvenate us. We had planned on doing the Harry Potter London Walk after that, but when we reached the tour meeting spot and saw that there were about 50 people on the tour, we decided to do our own impromptu tour (which involved decidedly more walking than the other tour must have!). We saw the building that was the basis for Gringotts Bank and Leadenhall Market, which was the inspiration for Diagon Alley. We wanted to go to Platform 9 ¾ at Kings Cross Station, but we were too tired by that point. We said goodbye to Jennifer that night since she was getting up early Monday morning to go back to Paris and classes. It was so much fun seeing her and traveling with her!
Monday morning (my dad’s birthday!) we saw the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace (which mostly involves watching the soldiers march by then trying to see over the heads of the people in front of you for the actual changing). We wandered around downtown London for a while until it was time to meet up with my friend Angela, who is studying at the University of Kent, about an hour or two away from London. It’s so nice having so many of my friends abroad at once! After lunch, we saw Parliament and Big Ben, but unfortunately missed the tour of Westminster Abbey that we had wanted to do. We did, however, see a huge demonstration of people protesting violence in Sri Lanka. It lasted all night and into the morning, completely shutting down traffic around Parliament. It seemed pretty harmless, although apparently some people were threatening to throw themselves into the river, and two guys actually did. In the afternoon we toured the Globe Theatre, one of my favorite sights in London (even though it was built in the 1990s; the previous Globe was destroyed in the 1600s, so London was without the Globe for 350 years!) Then we went to Covent Garden Market, where we found the much anticipated Ben’s Cookies shop. Alexandra came to London during Georgetown’s spring break, and she had posted pictures online of “Ben’s Cookies,” these delicious-looking American-style cookies that Kristen and I decided we simply must try (those kind of cookies are hard to find in Spain!). After much hoping and searching, we finally found the shop in Covent Garden, and the cookies were delicious! Although I had to escape from a one-legged pigeon who was maliciously eyeing my cookie before I could sit down and eat it. I think we caused a bit of a scene trying to run away from the pigeon…We went back downtown in the evening with the intention of riding the London Eye (the huge Ferris wheel on the river) but to our dismay we had missed the last ride of the night. So we rode a nearby carousel instead, which was quite possibly just as fun, and 15 pounds cheaper! After that it was time to tell Angela goodbye, and Kristen, Mary Kathryn, and I went to an Indian restaurant in Soho before heading home.
Ever since we planned our trip in January we were hoping to see a show in London, and Tuesday morning we were finally able to get our tickets to Les Misérables! After buying our tickets we joined London Walks tour of Greenwich Village. We took a lovely boat ride on the Thames then had a tour of the maritime village of Greenwich. After the tour we went up to the observatory, home of Greenwich Mean Time (the basis of standard time for the rest of the world) and the Prime Meridian (0˚ longitude), and we stood on the line and were in the eastern and western hemisphere at the same time. After returning to London from Greenwich, we tried to take the Tube out to Wimbledon, only to find out that it was a lot farther than we thought it was, so we weren’t able to go, much to Kristen’s dismay. We headed back into town to see Les Mis, which was definitely a huge highlight of London! As most of you know, I love Broadway musicals, and I was singing all the songs from the show for the rest of our trip. It was a great close to our time in London.
We left for Ireland Wednesday morning, which I was extremely excited for. As I said in my last post, I’ve dreamed of visiting Ireland since I was in middle school. My mom informed me that I’m not ¼ Irish as I thought, but am actually closer to ½, but regardless of the percentage I’ve always identified pretty strongly with my Irish heritage. I look Irish, and my mom always told me about how my great great grandpa Charlie Cronin came to America during the potato famine and other such Irish tales. So I was pretty delighted to be in Ireland and spent a lot of time bursting out with the few Irish songs I know and repeatedly telling Kristen and Mary Kathryn (to their great annoyance, I’m sure) that I was returning to my homeland. Even when it rained, I didn’t care because it was Irish rain! And an interesting little fact that I found in my guidebook: Ireland’s population is 5.7 million. Before the potato famine, the population was 8 million. 150 years later, and they still haven’t recovered from all that emigration and death.
Anyway, we flew into Dublin on Wednesday and took a 4-hour bus to Cork. While the weather in London was perfect (it didn’t rain once either of the times I’ve been there!) the weather in Cork was cold and rainy. We got there in the evening and after checking into our hostel summoned our energy to venture out to a pub for some dinner, after which we immediately went to bed (complete exhaustion was a common theme of this trip). Thursday morning we took a 20-minute bus ride out to the village of Blarney to see Blarney Castle, home of the Blarney Stone. It was much more difficult to kiss the Blarney Stone than I imagined; I had to hang over the edge of the castle with a guide holding my legs and kiss the stone on the bottom of the overhanging ledge. I still don’t know why they would put such an important stone in such an inconvenient place. In any case, it’s supposed to give me “the gift of gab,” which I hope means that I’ll now be able to speak Spanish flawlessly and pass all my exams with flying colors. Ha. After returning to Cork we tried to do a bit of sightseeing. We went to St. Anne’s Church, where you can ring the church bells, and we climbed up into the bell tower, but we didn’t last long at the top because of the freezing rain and wind. After that we gave up on sightseeing and spend the rest of the afternoon shopping and having tea and scones. The rain cleared up by that night, but my umbrella unfortunately did not survive.
Friday morning we made the 2-hour bus ride to Killarney in County Kerry. I was especially excited to visit County Kerry because it’s where my Cronin ancestors are from and why my cousin Kerry spells her name the way she does. Cronin is still a prominent name in the area, and I saw lots of signs for businesses like Cronin’s restaurant and Cronin’s hardware. County Kerry is known for its lakes, and we took advantage of the scenic landscape by spending the day biking through the Killarney National Park. It was absolutely beautiful and very much the type of scenery people imagine when they think of Ireland. It was a pretty easy trail, but by the afternoon we were tired and sore, so we spent some time exploring the town of Killarney. We had an early dinner because we knew we had a bike ride back to the hostel ahead of us, and our tiredness resulted in a very giggly return journey as we laughed over how pathetic we were. But we biked about 10 or 12 miles total, which I think is an accomplishment!
Saturday we made the 6-hour cross-country bus ride back to Dublin and arrived in the mid-afternoon. The thing about Ireland is that there isn’t a ton of stuff to actually do; even in Dublin, there’s a lot less going on than in other European capitals. The biggest appeal of Ireland is the scenery, and I really enjoyed just wandering around and appreciating the country’s beauty and charm. I would love to go back someday and explore all the little tiny villages in the rural areas of Ireland. Also, I never believed people when they told me this, but the Irish accent really can be impossible to understand. Half the time I didn’t know what our cab drivers were saying, and sometimes sitting on the bus I honestly couldn’t tell if the people around me were speaking English or not! We spent our first afternoon in Dublin exploring Trinity College and St. Stephen’s Green. After dinner we went to Temple Bar, the cultural/artsy area of Dublin, which has a really fun pub scene. I got a cider at the Temple Bar pub, but it was so much more expensive than what I’m used to; in Spain, drinks are dirt cheap. Ireland is actually one of the most expensive countries in Europe because their cost of living is so high. Lucky us. We caught the very end of a performance of Irish music at the pub, and I really wish I could have heard more Irish music while I was there, I love it.
Sunday was Easter and the first time I haven’t gone home for a major holiday. It was really weird not being home and celebrating with my family, especially because holidays are always such a big deal in my house, but the place I actually would have liked to be was Spain. Semana Santa (Holy Week) is a HUGE deal in Spain; there are tons of processions, costumes, gatherings in the Plaza, and celebrations for the whole weekend, and I was kind of sad to be missing such a big aspect of Spanish culture. It was kind of funny to think about what was happening in Spain in comparison to what I was doing in Ireland: to celebrate Easter, all I did was go to church and buy a Cadbury egg. It was surprisingly hard to find a Catholic church in Dublin for Easter Mass; even though 90% of the country is Catholic, Dublin is almost 50% Protestant, and most of the major cathedrals in the city are Protestant. We went to St. Patrick’s Cathedral, which we thought was Catholic but is actually is Episcopalian, and the service was really nice. After church we met up with my friend Brian who lives in Dublin and who I met when working in Senator Kennedy’s office last summer. He took us around Trinity College, where he studies, and got us in to see the Book of Kells and the college library for free! The Book of Kells is a vellum illuminated manuscript from the 800s of the four gospels, and the library is where the library scenes in Harry Potter are filmed! It’s a huge, long, arched room with walls completely covered with books, and it’s very beautiful. We hung out with Brian a little longer, stopping at a pub for lunch and to see the big rugby match on TV, then we parted ways. It was nice to have a chance to catch up with Brian, and to have a native Dubliner show us around a bit! We three girls went on to the Guinness Storehouse, where Guinness has been made for 250 years. The tour was really cool, and it had a good balance of how the beer is made and the history of the company. At the end, we went to the bar on the top floor and saw views of the entire city and got free pints of Guinness. I actually really like Guinness now; I hadn’t tried it since I was in London last year, and when I tried it then I hated it. My appreciation for beer has definitely increased since turning 21, because I’ve had more opportunities to actually try different beers. We spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around town and grabbed a quick dinner before heading out to the airport. We spent the entire night in the airport because we had a 6am flight and didn’t want to pay for an extra night in the hostel, and I was surprised at how many other people were spending the night too. I didn’t sleep at all, but as soon as I got on the plane I fell asleep before we had even finished boarding. I finally made it back to Salamanca around 3pm Monday afternoon, and I now have only 3 more weeks of class and then 3 weeks of studying and exams before I’m done, then have 3 weeks of travel before heading home. I can’t believe it’s going so quickly. I know I’m going to miss Europe terribly, so I’m trying to appreciate my remaining time here as much as I can!
Fun little slice of America that has nothing to do with spring break: on Tuesday, Obama gave a speech about the economy at Georgetown. I was kind of sad that I wasn’t there to be a part of all the excitement, but my chances of getting a seat were highly unlikely, and the vast majority of students that actually are on campus didn’t get to go. On Wednesday afternoon, I was watching the Spanish national news during lunch when who do I see on TV but Jack DeGioia, president of Georgetown, shaking Obama’s hand! I started screaming, “That’s my university! That’s the president of my university!” It was really cool to see my school on the news when I’m 4,000 miles away. Apparently the speech—and Georgetown!—was all over the international news, which made me very happy. It’s hard to believe that I saw Obama speak in the same hall in fall 2006, and now he’s the president, and came back to Georgetown to give such an important speech! Just one of many reasons why I love my school.
I spent my weeklong Easter vacation in London and Ireland, and I had a fantastic time! Given the length of this trip, the following post is going to be pretty long (even longer than usual) so I apologize in advance, and I thank those of you who actually read the whole thing! : ) Other than Switzerland, this was the only international trip I’ve made since being abroad, and my only trip that’s been longer than an extended weekend. Mary Kathryn, Kristen, and I departed from Salamanca on the morning of Friday April 3. While we were in London, we stayed with my cousin Beth and her husband Josh. After the bus to Madrid, the metro to the airport, the plane to London, a train to the Tube, and a little bit of walking, we finally made it to Beth’s flat around 9pm, about 12 or so hours after we had started our journey! My friend Jennifer, who is studying in Paris and joined us in London for the weekend, was already there, and after settling in, all six of us ate dinner together. Saturday was packed with sightseeing, starting with Notting Hill in the morning. We had breakfast at an adorable tea room then browsed through the Portobello Road market. This market was much closer to what I imagined a European market to be; there were lots of antiques, vintage posters, and cool jewelry. We stopped at a book store and stocked up on English books, and after lunch in a pub (fish and chips!) we saw Kensington Palace and wandered through Kensington Gardens and Hyde Park. We got some ice cream at Harrods department store and roamed through the store, but by that point we were exhausted and headed home. After a relaxed dinner at a pizza place in Beth’s neighborhood, we crashed.
Sunday morning we went to Abbey Road crossing, where the Beatles took their famous photo. We hogged the intersection for a while from all the other tourists and tried to—rather unsuccessfully—reenact the photo, while also trying to dodge the cars that patiently (in most cases) waited while we played the part of annoying tourists. We then went to the British Museum, via Regent’s Park, with a lunch stop on the way. I went to the British Museum when I was in London last year, and both last year and this year I enjoyed seeing items from my art history classes as well as famous artifacts like the Rosetta Stone and Cleopatra’s mummy. By the time we were done with the museum we were again exhausted (walking all day does that to you) so we stopped at a cutesy ’50s diner in Soho for some sweet treats to rejuvenate us. We had planned on doing the Harry Potter London Walk after that, but when we reached the tour meeting spot and saw that there were about 50 people on the tour, we decided to do our own impromptu tour (which involved decidedly more walking than the other tour must have!). We saw the building that was the basis for Gringotts Bank and Leadenhall Market, which was the inspiration for Diagon Alley. We wanted to go to Platform 9 ¾ at Kings Cross Station, but we were too tired by that point. We said goodbye to Jennifer that night since she was getting up early Monday morning to go back to Paris and classes. It was so much fun seeing her and traveling with her!
Monday morning (my dad’s birthday!) we saw the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace (which mostly involves watching the soldiers march by then trying to see over the heads of the people in front of you for the actual changing). We wandered around downtown London for a while until it was time to meet up with my friend Angela, who is studying at the University of Kent, about an hour or two away from London. It’s so nice having so many of my friends abroad at once! After lunch, we saw Parliament and Big Ben, but unfortunately missed the tour of Westminster Abbey that we had wanted to do. We did, however, see a huge demonstration of people protesting violence in Sri Lanka. It lasted all night and into the morning, completely shutting down traffic around Parliament. It seemed pretty harmless, although apparently some people were threatening to throw themselves into the river, and two guys actually did. In the afternoon we toured the Globe Theatre, one of my favorite sights in London (even though it was built in the 1990s; the previous Globe was destroyed in the 1600s, so London was without the Globe for 350 years!) Then we went to Covent Garden Market, where we found the much anticipated Ben’s Cookies shop. Alexandra came to London during Georgetown’s spring break, and she had posted pictures online of “Ben’s Cookies,” these delicious-looking American-style cookies that Kristen and I decided we simply must try (those kind of cookies are hard to find in Spain!). After much hoping and searching, we finally found the shop in Covent Garden, and the cookies were delicious! Although I had to escape from a one-legged pigeon who was maliciously eyeing my cookie before I could sit down and eat it. I think we caused a bit of a scene trying to run away from the pigeon…We went back downtown in the evening with the intention of riding the London Eye (the huge Ferris wheel on the river) but to our dismay we had missed the last ride of the night. So we rode a nearby carousel instead, which was quite possibly just as fun, and 15 pounds cheaper! After that it was time to tell Angela goodbye, and Kristen, Mary Kathryn, and I went to an Indian restaurant in Soho before heading home.
Ever since we planned our trip in January we were hoping to see a show in London, and Tuesday morning we were finally able to get our tickets to Les Misérables! After buying our tickets we joined London Walks tour of Greenwich Village. We took a lovely boat ride on the Thames then had a tour of the maritime village of Greenwich. After the tour we went up to the observatory, home of Greenwich Mean Time (the basis of standard time for the rest of the world) and the Prime Meridian (0˚ longitude), and we stood on the line and were in the eastern and western hemisphere at the same time. After returning to London from Greenwich, we tried to take the Tube out to Wimbledon, only to find out that it was a lot farther than we thought it was, so we weren’t able to go, much to Kristen’s dismay. We headed back into town to see Les Mis, which was definitely a huge highlight of London! As most of you know, I love Broadway musicals, and I was singing all the songs from the show for the rest of our trip. It was a great close to our time in London.
We left for Ireland Wednesday morning, which I was extremely excited for. As I said in my last post, I’ve dreamed of visiting Ireland since I was in middle school. My mom informed me that I’m not ¼ Irish as I thought, but am actually closer to ½, but regardless of the percentage I’ve always identified pretty strongly with my Irish heritage. I look Irish, and my mom always told me about how my great great grandpa Charlie Cronin came to America during the potato famine and other such Irish tales. So I was pretty delighted to be in Ireland and spent a lot of time bursting out with the few Irish songs I know and repeatedly telling Kristen and Mary Kathryn (to their great annoyance, I’m sure) that I was returning to my homeland. Even when it rained, I didn’t care because it was Irish rain! And an interesting little fact that I found in my guidebook: Ireland’s population is 5.7 million. Before the potato famine, the population was 8 million. 150 years later, and they still haven’t recovered from all that emigration and death.
Anyway, we flew into Dublin on Wednesday and took a 4-hour bus to Cork. While the weather in London was perfect (it didn’t rain once either of the times I’ve been there!) the weather in Cork was cold and rainy. We got there in the evening and after checking into our hostel summoned our energy to venture out to a pub for some dinner, after which we immediately went to bed (complete exhaustion was a common theme of this trip). Thursday morning we took a 20-minute bus ride out to the village of Blarney to see Blarney Castle, home of the Blarney Stone. It was much more difficult to kiss the Blarney Stone than I imagined; I had to hang over the edge of the castle with a guide holding my legs and kiss the stone on the bottom of the overhanging ledge. I still don’t know why they would put such an important stone in such an inconvenient place. In any case, it’s supposed to give me “the gift of gab,” which I hope means that I’ll now be able to speak Spanish flawlessly and pass all my exams with flying colors. Ha. After returning to Cork we tried to do a bit of sightseeing. We went to St. Anne’s Church, where you can ring the church bells, and we climbed up into the bell tower, but we didn’t last long at the top because of the freezing rain and wind. After that we gave up on sightseeing and spend the rest of the afternoon shopping and having tea and scones. The rain cleared up by that night, but my umbrella unfortunately did not survive.
Friday morning we made the 2-hour bus ride to Killarney in County Kerry. I was especially excited to visit County Kerry because it’s where my Cronin ancestors are from and why my cousin Kerry spells her name the way she does. Cronin is still a prominent name in the area, and I saw lots of signs for businesses like Cronin’s restaurant and Cronin’s hardware. County Kerry is known for its lakes, and we took advantage of the scenic landscape by spending the day biking through the Killarney National Park. It was absolutely beautiful and very much the type of scenery people imagine when they think of Ireland. It was a pretty easy trail, but by the afternoon we were tired and sore, so we spent some time exploring the town of Killarney. We had an early dinner because we knew we had a bike ride back to the hostel ahead of us, and our tiredness resulted in a very giggly return journey as we laughed over how pathetic we were. But we biked about 10 or 12 miles total, which I think is an accomplishment!
Saturday we made the 6-hour cross-country bus ride back to Dublin and arrived in the mid-afternoon. The thing about Ireland is that there isn’t a ton of stuff to actually do; even in Dublin, there’s a lot less going on than in other European capitals. The biggest appeal of Ireland is the scenery, and I really enjoyed just wandering around and appreciating the country’s beauty and charm. I would love to go back someday and explore all the little tiny villages in the rural areas of Ireland. Also, I never believed people when they told me this, but the Irish accent really can be impossible to understand. Half the time I didn’t know what our cab drivers were saying, and sometimes sitting on the bus I honestly couldn’t tell if the people around me were speaking English or not! We spent our first afternoon in Dublin exploring Trinity College and St. Stephen’s Green. After dinner we went to Temple Bar, the cultural/artsy area of Dublin, which has a really fun pub scene. I got a cider at the Temple Bar pub, but it was so much more expensive than what I’m used to; in Spain, drinks are dirt cheap. Ireland is actually one of the most expensive countries in Europe because their cost of living is so high. Lucky us. We caught the very end of a performance of Irish music at the pub, and I really wish I could have heard more Irish music while I was there, I love it.
Sunday was Easter and the first time I haven’t gone home for a major holiday. It was really weird not being home and celebrating with my family, especially because holidays are always such a big deal in my house, but the place I actually would have liked to be was Spain. Semana Santa (Holy Week) is a HUGE deal in Spain; there are tons of processions, costumes, gatherings in the Plaza, and celebrations for the whole weekend, and I was kind of sad to be missing such a big aspect of Spanish culture. It was kind of funny to think about what was happening in Spain in comparison to what I was doing in Ireland: to celebrate Easter, all I did was go to church and buy a Cadbury egg. It was surprisingly hard to find a Catholic church in Dublin for Easter Mass; even though 90% of the country is Catholic, Dublin is almost 50% Protestant, and most of the major cathedrals in the city are Protestant. We went to St. Patrick’s Cathedral, which we thought was Catholic but is actually is Episcopalian, and the service was really nice. After church we met up with my friend Brian who lives in Dublin and who I met when working in Senator Kennedy’s office last summer. He took us around Trinity College, where he studies, and got us in to see the Book of Kells and the college library for free! The Book of Kells is a vellum illuminated manuscript from the 800s of the four gospels, and the library is where the library scenes in Harry Potter are filmed! It’s a huge, long, arched room with walls completely covered with books, and it’s very beautiful. We hung out with Brian a little longer, stopping at a pub for lunch and to see the big rugby match on TV, then we parted ways. It was nice to have a chance to catch up with Brian, and to have a native Dubliner show us around a bit! We three girls went on to the Guinness Storehouse, where Guinness has been made for 250 years. The tour was really cool, and it had a good balance of how the beer is made and the history of the company. At the end, we went to the bar on the top floor and saw views of the entire city and got free pints of Guinness. I actually really like Guinness now; I hadn’t tried it since I was in London last year, and when I tried it then I hated it. My appreciation for beer has definitely increased since turning 21, because I’ve had more opportunities to actually try different beers. We spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around town and grabbed a quick dinner before heading out to the airport. We spent the entire night in the airport because we had a 6am flight and didn’t want to pay for an extra night in the hostel, and I was surprised at how many other people were spending the night too. I didn’t sleep at all, but as soon as I got on the plane I fell asleep before we had even finished boarding. I finally made it back to Salamanca around 3pm Monday afternoon, and I now have only 3 more weeks of class and then 3 weeks of studying and exams before I’m done, then have 3 weeks of travel before heading home. I can’t believe it’s going so quickly. I know I’m going to miss Europe terribly, so I’m trying to appreciate my remaining time here as much as I can!
Fun little slice of America that has nothing to do with spring break: on Tuesday, Obama gave a speech about the economy at Georgetown. I was kind of sad that I wasn’t there to be a part of all the excitement, but my chances of getting a seat were highly unlikely, and the vast majority of students that actually are on campus didn’t get to go. On Wednesday afternoon, I was watching the Spanish national news during lunch when who do I see on TV but Jack DeGioia, president of Georgetown, shaking Obama’s hand! I started screaming, “That’s my university! That’s the president of my university!” It was really cool to see my school on the news when I’m 4,000 miles away. Apparently the speech—and Georgetown!—was all over the international news, which made me very happy. It’s hard to believe that I saw Obama speak in the same hall in fall 2006, and now he’s the president, and came back to Georgetown to give such an important speech! Just one of many reasons why I love my school.
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