Along the entire way to the University of Arkansas I’ve got The Count of Monte Cristo playing at 1.25x speed. 47 hours of material, of which, by the time I’m pulling out of my driveway, I have 17 hours left. 5.5 hours of driving projected by Maps and the car’s a-rumble with the sonority of John Lee’s narration. Ma foi, I could listen to him say French words all day.
Whether you have lived in California your whole life like me, or have never seen the Pacific Ocean, a road trip along the West Coast of the USA should definitely be on your bucket list. A year ago I embarked on the 3 state, 1,400-mile-long road trip, and I am here to give you a border to border guide, from a West Coast native.
If you have a day to spare, exchange Fife for Perthshire and let the beauty of the Southern Highlands soothe your mid-semester blues. In just an hour and a half, you will be surrounded by Pitlochry’s beautiful canvas of graceful trees and sparkling water.
October is looming and deadlines are slowly starting to appear on the horizon. The bubble seems to be getting smaller as workloads increase and we settle back into a routine that incorporates the Library, Pret, cake from Cottage Kitchen and many meetings in the Union. Time to escape? I think so.
Two things I learned this winter break: how to live for a week and a half in a 20-foot space overflowing with three people, two dogs, and ski gear for miles, and how not to freeze to death in -27 degree weather. (Also how much I truly despise the US’s high drinking age, but for my parents’ sake we’ll not go into that.)