Cambridge

After seeing the sun rise from my bedroom window, I fell back asleep so we missed out on a ride as the rain did not fall until 4:30 this evening. I did not actually see the sun but I did experience blue and pink skies with a smattering of clouds as the wind whipped through the tops of trees.

In the afternoon, we walked around Cambridge enjoying a cloudy, windy day as I hopped in and out of stinky, red telephone booths exposing my touristy nature. I try to disguise the tourist in me but after a while, I cannot hold back and the camera comes out and there is no stopping me.

Later, we ate at The Eagle Pub. I had a pint of Abbot Ale and shared an order of fish and chips with Nathan. Cory and Dale order a Ploughman, the British version of a plate of salad with cheese or deli meat and each had a Stella Artois.

The pub is famous for the announcement of the discovery of DNA. Also, the back room ceiling is covered in RAF, American Air Force and World War II pilots' signatures.
We wandered to Fitzbillies and the family had to hold me back from ordering everything in the bakery. Chocolates, truffles, pastries, oh my. I had a chocolate rum truffle the size of a tennis ball, Cory had an almond meringue poofy-thing; Nathan ordered the same as me except it was without the rum and in the shape of a mouse; Dale - I do not remember as he ate it so fast he did not share it with us. I thin it was a pecan tart. Right.

Later, we will return to Cambridge to hear Alyssa and her friends sing in a gathering of local young singers sponsored by Chambridgeshire Music at the Corn Exchange.

Pictures will be posted on my return to the states.