Counting Down

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas....

(snow on the mountains I see out my window)

Last week, I wrote about how there had been lovely snow flurries and how everything was feeling quite winter-y. Conveniently enough (or not, since I had already finished that post) we got a good amount of snow that very night/morning around 1am. Now, let me just clarify "a good amount of snow." Here in the UK in general, they don't tend to get huge quantities of snow, and especially not in the first two days of December. Narrow that down to Bangor on the coast of Wales between water and Mountains, and you find even less snow. So a dusting on the ground that actually accumulates is very exciting to people, despite being well under an inch.

This amount of snow, particularly on a college campus, means one thing: PLAY OUTSIDE! I, however, was unfortunately chained to my desk that night. Inside. Longingly staring out the window at the snow. And the people having fun- while I was writing a paper. Very disappointing to a girl from New England. I did take time out though to snap a couple pictures of the frolicking

We're now in the second to last week of the term here, which is hard to believe until I think about the fact that I'm extra busy (relative to the rest of the term). Then it feels like the end of a semester as I know it. Last week I had a paper due, and lots of reading to do for a discussion. Monday night I had a powerpoint due which was to be used for the presentation I gave today on said paper from last week. Friday I am due to give an outline of my Lit Review section of my dissertation to my supervisor, and next week I have a group project due Monday and reviews of others' papers due Wednesday. Oh and one last discussion section the last day of term just for good measure. BUT all that means I'll be home in 13 days. That's all! And Christmas is in 18 days. That's motivation enough for me :)

Ordinarily, I think I would end this post right about here. Today, however, I have to mention something which has been mumbled about and demanded behind the scenes for a while now. This, Catrin, is for you:

Bacon. Is there any finer a food in the world? Cat has been after me for weeks to write about it. While I may be sarcastic about it being the 'finest food in the world', I will admit that bacon is pretty awesome. And they eat a lot of it here. And that is awesome. I do have a problem though. Bacon here is not bacon as we know and love it. They have "bacon" which is pink and tastes mostly like what I think it should taste like, but the flavor's not quite right. Then they have Streaky Bacon. This is what they refer to as American Bacon. Getting warmer, but still not right. Catrin is (slightly?) obsessed with bacon, and is what I would call a bit of a connoisseur, and she knows that maple-cured "streaky" type bacon the way we find it in the states is the best of the best. And thus we have a blog post about Bacon.
Oh, and Cat? Bacon.

See you all in 13 days! Meanwhile, treasure your bacon.