Sunday

Sundays in England are immensely different from what I am used to at home. Though many people still attend morning services, most that I have met spend the mornings sleeping in, enjoying a relaxing breakfast and perhaps taking a walk in the park. Lunch isn’t eaten until 1.00 or 2.00 and is usually enjoyed with friends or family. Teatime comes between 3.30 and 5.30 and is followed by an evening church service. After the service there is often a cup tea in the parish and then supper and possibly drinks at a home or a local pub.
My last Sunday in Oxford was a little untraditional. I slept in, had breakfast, and headed into town for some final Christmas shopping, stopping by Crick and wondering through the University Parks for a last look and a few photos. Oxford was quiet that morning, as if the town knew I needed a chance to say my silent goodbyes. I had a final Americano (and free wireless) at the Caffe Nero on the High and headed to St. Andrew’s for the rest of the afternoon and evening. Choir rehearsal began at 2.30, followed by a speedy clothing change and quick cup of tea before the first service. Carols by Candlelight is a lovely tradition that I was pleased to take part in. Following each service was conversation with new friends accompanied by mulled wine and minced pies.
Night found me going through the first of what will likely be several sessions of “flipping out” about getting home. So many things could go wrong. I really hope that none of them do.