a British Easter

On Thursday I will have written three essays, taken two exams and compiled one photography portfolio, which explains why my blog has not been getting any attention. And on Friday I will be on a plane headed south for a two-week trip through Italy, Spain and Portugal, but more on that later. Today was Easter and even though mass is not my favorite thing in the world, it was a welcome break from studying. Kristin, Susan, Alex and I went to a Catholic church on Exmouth Market, which is a street less than a 5-minute walk away from our flats.

The mass was very old school. Kristin, the other Catholic in the group, and I noticed a few differences from the normal routine at home with the most prominent one being the excessive use of incense. The smoke got so thick I was amazed some sort of alarm didn't go off. Even though it wasn't exactly what I'm used to, it felt good to be there. Now, I'm the first to admit that I'm not very religious, but I liked knowing that almost everywhere in the world I have a place I belong and will be accepted. A place where I could not know anyone or speak the same language, but we are instantly connected through ritual and tradition. A few little kids had their First Communion and the priest blessed and distributed Cadbury Creme Eggs, which of course made the whole experience that much better.

After mass we met up with Lydia and Susan's friend for brunch at The Breakfast Club. And even though I wasn't surrounded by family or friends I've known for much longer than my fellow Londoners, I liked keeping with Easter tradition by brunching on delicious food after church with those you care about. By the way, that meal has been the only thing I've eaten and it has kept me full all day. I hope all of you had a great Easter too!