What The Season Brings: The First Gingerbread Latte

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So this post should have been posted on the day that Starbucks released their magical red Christmas cups full of festive cheer, but I forgot. I'll have you know that on that day, I went to Starbucks twice, once with the lovely Kirsty for a latte and then again in the afternoon to sample the Christmas menu with my boyfriend. He ordered us an eggnog latte. It was gross, like egg covered in nutmeg and then shoved in a mug of coffee. So, my customary Gingerbread latte of the season had to wait for another occasion.

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Thankfully, I have a wonderful new Austrian friend called Theresa who is just as enthusiastic about coffee as I am. So on Saturday morning we met in the Christmas clad Starbucks to sample the taste of the season, exchange vocab, talk German, talk English and talk holidays. It was great. It was so exciting to watch Theresa taste a Gingerbread latte for the first time! We decided the combination of ginger and coffee works because they're both bitter, but it was still too sweet for me. I don't think it'll be a regular purchase!

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What are your pre-Advent traditions?

To Kindle or Not To Kindle

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When it comes to reading, I am ever the traditionalist. I love books. I love the smell when they're old and dusty and I love the smell when they're brand new. I love the sound and the sensation of turning pages. I love books with inscriptions on the inside cover and messages in the margins. I love underlining passages that I find interesting or inspiring. I love spaces and cafes with second hand books, they feel like friends of the community. I love how books make a house cosy and inviting, how you can read a family from the titles of the books they own. I love how books can be passed from friend to friend, family member to family member like a little piece of treasure. My gut instinct has always been to reject the concept of reading from a screen. It destroys the art of book making. Furthermore, most people I know who are avid Kindle users weren't the kids who spent every night under their covers with a torch devouring novel after novel, it's purely practical, they don't read literature that inspires a relationship between author and reader - this is in no way a criticism, merely an observation. If you have a Kindle and have the same attitude to reading as I do then PLEASE comment on this post and give me your opinion.

I have a lot of memories attached to books. For example, my small copy of Pride and Prejudice was give to me by my Grandma, I bought my hardback edition of War and Peace on a chilly December afternoon in a Clifton charity shop, my copy of the Communist Manifesto is from Hugendubel in Munich and my beautifully bound copy of Leben Michelangelos was discovered by me in a pile of books being given away, for free, by Bristol's German department.


I also live with two English students who, like me, love the physical act of buying books or receiving them in the post - there are always squeals of delight when Amazon brings us a package of paper-bound goodness. To wait for a book ordered from the internet or to actually go out and buy it in the shop shows an appreciation for literature, it's not an instant gratification. This is another thing that bugs me about E-Readers, is how it kindles our greed and need for speed. I also find that having too much technology clutters my mind and stresses me out - this is why I have yet to get a snazzy phone or be in anyway allured by ipads or other tablets.

However, I have dilemma. As some of you may know, I will be living abroad for a year as part of my degree. I have decided not to choose the studying option, thinking that a break from the academic pandemonium of essays and exams might do me some good. Thus, I am hoping to spend 6 months working in Germany and six months teaching in Italy. This will inevitably give me a lot of time to read for pleasure - something which, at uni, is hard to find. The problem is, I can't lug all the books I want to read over to the continent, it's impractical and expensive. When I was at the YWAM base in Milan, I met a couple who loved to read, but because of the community living arrangements didn't think it was practical to keep buying books, so they bought each other Kindles. For the traveller, it seems a good idea. I'm also one of those people who always carries reading material in her handbag, and by reading material I mean a selection of books of varying genres and significance. I just never know what I might be in the mood for if my train is late! My boyfriend gets SO annoyed with how heavy my bag is and I think my back is starting to get a little grumpy too. Again, a kindle may solve this problem! I told the girls in my flat, that I was tempted by a Kindle for purely practical reasons. They think I'm selling my soul. Katie said she would give her consent only if I promised to throw it away (or not use it) on my return to England. My predicament is a sensitive area for me, and I would love to hear some more opinions on the matter. Will buying a kindle turn me into a technology consumed Amazon robot, or will it supplement my reading habits by simply being a practical alternative that I can turn to in times of travel.

Birthday Treats

So, this post has taken me nearly a week to write - I can't believe that I've nearly been 20 for 7 whole days. ARG, I'm so old. I remember when I was younger and watching disney movies, I'd look at Ariel from the Little Mermaid and think that 16 was a really grown up age to be, because Ariel was 16 and she wore a bra and got married. That's 4 years ago now! I'd never want to go back though. Every season of life serves its time and its purpose and I can honestly say, that right now, in this moment, I have never been happier. Even though 20 feels scary, it feels right. I know myself better, I understand how to express my quirks and passions, I live in a great city, with my favourite people and I get to study something I love. I feel incredibly blessed.

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I think this year was one of the best in terms of presents. My lovely second-hand bike (WHICH I WILL BE ABLE TO RIDE VERY VERY SOON) was from my parents. She's really beautiful, with a gorgeous old-school leather seat, shiny handlebars and this really cool leaver thing which makes her fold in half (not whilst I'm riding obviously!) So she's coming on my year abroad wooop wooop. I also need name her - suggestions welcome!

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Then there was the typewriter from Louis...IT'S SO AWESOME. It makes a ping sound and everything. I've spent a lot of happy hours (already) typing random crap on that thing. I love, love love it. My housemates got me some lovely cosy gifts, but I think my favourite has to be the two massive woollen jumpers from Gloucester Road. They've been keeping me toasting and stylish all week! I also got a beautiful new edition of The Great Gatsby from my friend Ben - I love getting pretty copies of books that you know you're going to want to read again again. Obviously, there was more, but I don't want to bore you with my birthday list - let's just say I felt thoroughly spoilt and my ipod has been updated with plenty of new music.

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Another wonderful gift, was having my friend Fiona down from Oxford. I love that girl so much, she makes everything in life fun and interesting. I miss her a lot. So to have her join in wholeheartedly with my Ikea/Canteen festivities was really something special!

Here's to another adventure filled year!


What have been some of your favourite birthday gifts?

What The Season Brings: The last splash of colour.

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The days are teetering tentatively on the icy, naked tightrope induced by late Autumn. We no longer look to the trees for colour but to the pavements strewn with leaves and the cosy shop windows with their warming christmas displays. For us students, it's time for us to stare longingly at our radiators trying to justify turning on our heating, but knowing full well that 9'C is still subject to Jumper Heating*. It's time to start embracing those festive beverages in their seasonal paper cups, asserting that a Black-Forest Hot Chocolate is more of a wintery drink than something specifically associated with Christmas. It's that vacuous interval, cruelly abundant in assessment deadlines, where we have dissipated our autumnal enthusiasm, but are held back by tyrannical Scrooges from entering fully santa-suited into the start of the Christmas season.

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I however, have one last burst of Autumn cheer to send your way. Just over a week ago, I embarked on a weekend away with Bristol's Christian Union to Ledbury. There we frolicked in a flurry of seasonal veg, banoffee pies, bonfires, sparklers and, above all, teaching from Exodus.
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On the Saturday night, I, frustrated that my stupid foot injury had prevented me from taking part in a glorious seasonal stroll around the countryside, decided to walk about 10 metres from the house to take some pictures of leaves, sunsets and trees in all their closing glory. It was a stunning evening, defined by it's cold air, warm sunshine and that distinctively sweet aroma of goldening mud-soaked leaves. I hope you enjoy the pictures as much as I did taking them.

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*Where you put on a ridiculous amount of layers in order to compensate for lack of central heating.

Sturm und Drang on a Friday afternoon

One rather frustrating aspect of studying the Sturm and Drang movement (18th century Germany) is the way it evokes an obsessive poet in me. I'll be reading a piece of literary criticism and I suddenly find myself scribbling atrocious rhymes on the back of a flyer because I happened to look out of the window and felt the irrevocable desire to write about my experience of nature through the single-glazed glass.

Other than feeling like a massive boffin bordering on romantic (in the literary sense) fool, it is incredibly frustrating and proving potentially detrimental to the outcome of this essay. I know learning is supposed to inspire and I'm finding myself pouring over books until past midnight wolfing down any tips, styles and knowledge that seems relevant or that I can connect with. This along with my recent addiction to BBC Radio 3 and current gorge-fest of Vaughn Williams is making me wonder whether I'm turning into a bit of an academic recluse.

I remember an English lesson in the dusty treasure chest of Palmer Library at Kendrick School. We were reading Byron, rather enthusiastically (we were Kendrick girls after all) when our teacher told us very sincerely that we should all aspire to be 'culture vultures'. I love that image. Since that day I have clung to those words and tried to make them a part of my character. Culture is such a broad term, but in its simplest form it is the study of human beings, of their desires and stories, expressed through a range of mediums. I like to think that being a 'culture vulture' is simply another way of saying that I am determined to know as much about the world and its in habitants as possible. However, this might require me to leave my room every once in a while to actually experience culture rather that just reading about it...

Oh, but it's time for 'Composer of the Week' on Radio 3 AND it's Elgar. Tch, the world can wait an extra hour, surely?

Charis, Crutches and Churchill CU

I've broken my foot (the cuboid bone to be exact). I'm going back to hospital this morning to get Charis (the cast) off and replaced (hopefully) by something less cumbersome (no offence Charis!)

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Frustration interspersed with pockets of peace is the predominant emotion. I'm frustrated that I can't just jump in the shower, I want to go for a walk in the leaves, I want to ride my BRAND NEW bicycle and I want to be able to make myself a cup of tea without sloshing it everywhere. Yet every so often I yield to bed-rests's benefits and realise that I can still do a lot despite my temporary disability. I'm learning so much about patience, the value of friendship and the indispensable comfort that comes form time sitting in God's presence.

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Last night at Churchill we readMary and Martha, discussing how necessary it is to be a Mary in what is essentially a Martha world. Don't get me wrong, I desperately want to get to my lectures, they don't call me Rory Gilmore for nothing, but without the pressure or rigid routine accompanied by my crippling frustration at my lack of independence, I'm having to rely so much on His strength rather than mine. Daily, hourly, even minutely (is that even a word!) I have to hand over my fears and anxieties to Lord, else I would spend my days horizontal (with my leg elevated, of course!) in bed staring at the ceiling and wallowing in self-pity.

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Still, there is some fun to be had with Charis and Crutches. People have done a wonderful job of making her look pretty and we had some excellent lightsaber fights with the crutches last night. I'm determined to find the joy and hilarity in the situation - because it is pretty funny. I fell of my bike because my eyes were leaking. Classy, ey?

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My Mother gave me some excellent advice: don't focus on what you can't do, focus on what you CAN do and get on with it. Wise words from an amputee! So please challenge me to have this attitude and MAKE ME DO SOME WORK.


yours sincerely

Ellie