In the land of the Ice, part 2

Oh Iceland.

The longer I live in London, the more I want to go back to Iceland.

What an absolutely flawless place.

Our second day arrived. Over our jetlag thanks to the most comfortable bed in the entire world with a view of MOUNTAINS, we booked a tour of the Golden Circle – aka the main tourist attractions outside of Reykjavik – but whatever because I love being a tourist. The previous day of sunshine and blue skies was gone. Of course. We book a bus tour and it’s so foggy that you can’t really see anything… Our first stop was driving through the absolutely beautiful countryside up mountains to see a “volcano”. But no one told the weather gods we wanted to see it, so we only saw fog.

Apparently there was a volcano around here?

Apparently there was a volcano around here?

Luckily, Thor (or whichever Scandinavian god controls the weather) heard my plea and the sun found us again.

The second stop was even more gorgeous, and really every place we stopped just got better and better.

I can’t stressed how obsessed I was/still am/forever will be with the Icelandic landscape.

Ugh, just look at this place. As if.

Ugh, just look at this place. As if.

Our next stop was the mid-Atlantic Ridge. The geography nerd that lives deep inside me was on display that day. I had no shame in a) taking 100934805 pictures; b)dancing along the ridge; c)touching the ridge in inappropriate ways; and d)just staring at the ridge.

Mid-Atlantic Ridge. Just chilling between two continents. Whatevskis

Mid-Atlantic Ridge. Just chilling between two continents. Whatevskis

Majesty. Pure majesty.

Majesty. Pure majesty.

This picture only shows about a 15th of my excitement.

This picture only shows about a 15th of my excitement.

I’m pretty sure I was dancing the whole time.

Afterwards, the bus stopped along other famous sites like the Gulfoss the waterfall used in Prometheus, another waterfall, glaciers, geysirs and just other really cool shit.

Aaaaaagh, these vistas.

Aaaaaagh, these vistas.

The Engineer's spacecraft had just flown away. I swear.

The Engineer’s spacecraft had just flown away. I swear.

Excitement abounds.

Excitement abounds.

Golden circle 7

Could not for the life of me properly time a photo of a geysir going off...

Could not for the life of me properly time a photo of a geysir going off…

I like to tell myself those glaciers in the distance is where Game of Thrones films the scenes beyond the Wall. White walkers.

I like to tell myself those glaciers in the distance is where Game of Thrones films the scenes beyond the Wall. White walkers.

So after about 7 hours of bus rides and spectacular views, we decided to end the day as any normal person would. By ordering an extra large pizza and watching the Fifth Element.


There’s Always Time for Turner

It can be pretty easy to forget you’re actually living in a city like London when you’re studying your Masters. Papers, hundreds of pages of reading, presentations, discussions all manage to take up the vast majority of one’s valuable exploration time. I’ve found that I really need to constantly tell myself things like

“Natalie, maybe Tuesday nights before your Wednesday morning course aren’t the best time to grab multiple pints at the pub”


“Natalie, maybe you shouldn’t go to a third concert in one week.”


“Natalie, maybe you should do your readings and not just walk around your neighbourhood in a dreamy, happy stupor”

Yet, I feel as if I have found a way to properly manage my school/life balance, or at least a small way to de-stress while taking advantage of London’s cultural highlights…

How you ask?

Why evening museum trips of course![1]

I’ve decided to try this theory out at least once every few weeks and so far, it really has been a fantastic way to spend a few hours unwinding and exploring. My first trip was to the British Museum – which is normally packed during the day – but was beautifully empty, quiet and serene. Being alone with the Elgin Marbles or Rosetta Stone is quite the privilege.

This week’s trip was to the Tate Britain. Being kind of an art junkie, I have already visited the Tate Modern about 40 times[2] since moving here so I chose to explore its older twin. One thing I will say is that maybe hold off on visiting the Tate until the spring because it’s undergoing a lot of renovations and some of its permanent collection isn’t on display. That being said it was a fantastic way to spend an evening, wandering around the nearly empty museum, simply relishing the amount of Turners the collection holds. To have a break from the crowds and to be around some fantastic art is never a bad choice and so far it’s helped me keep my head firmly on my shoulders.

Well that and those pints at the George IV.

[1] London pro-travelers tip #1 – Don’t go to museums during the day. Wait till the evenings they’re open late and relish the small crowds!

[2] This is of course a gross exaggeration as I have been twice, but you get the point.

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Slowly settling in.

So since I’m prone to needed large motivation to blog, I’ve decided to apply to be an LSE blogger! I haven’t heard back yet, but I’ve decided to attach my application blog post since I wrote it and it is relevant and this is my blog.


Moving, in any form, is an unnerving process. Whether it’s moving into a new flat, a new city, or – for like many at LSE – a new country, the whole process of packing up one’s life into a few suitcases can be rather daunting. Daunting though it may have seemed, I felt prepared to tackle all London had to offer.

Coming from Canada, I thought the process of settling in to living in London would be a breeze. I mean, we already have the Queen on our money, technically she’s still our head of state, and I grew up watching Coronation Street, I figured I already had British culture down. So how hard could it be, right?

I call this one – “Bone impressed by big monuments”

I had my warnings. “Oh it’ll be so dreary and rainy all the time,” they said. “London is so crowded and polluted,” they said. Though I have only been in the city for two weeks, I can safely say, these warnings are not holding much weight. Sure it rains, sure it’s cloudy, but there’s so much to do at any given moment that it’s easy to forget the drizzle. And yes, it’s crowded and extremely large, but I’ve come with friends who managed to quickly make London seem like home.

So if I was prepared for the culture[1] and if the weather hasn’t bothered me yet,[2] why have the past few weeks seemed so daunting, frustrating, and intimidating?

Although I can’t speak for all foreign students, it’s the little things that seem most unnerving. From the sheer frustration of never knowing which side of the street to walk on, to me profusely apologizing for any accidental brush or bump on the tube with no response or acknowledgment, to never quite getting right which coins to use when paying for a pint, they’ve all seemed to compound into big issues.

But then I remember, these are just the small things. Eventually they will work themselves out. I’m starting to remember to walk on the left in the Underground. I’m coming to understand that I don’t need to apologize for everything I do.[3] And I’m learning that the size of the coin does not equal its overall value.[4]

Reunions are a complete necessity. Especially when they involve free alcohol.

And truthfully, the things that really matter haven’t been so hard to adjust to. The advice I can give is don’t sweat the small stuff. You’ll adjust, and you’ll be better and slightly saner for it.


[1] Yes, I re-watched both seasons of Downton Abbey before leaving Canada.

[2] Yes, I bought an umbrella and proper wellies.

[3] For those of you unfamiliar with Canadian culture, be aware that we’re notorious for saying ‘sorry’ for almost anything.

[4] Seriously though, why is the 2-pence coin so big? And why is the 1-pound coin so small?

Top Ten Things One Considers While One is Unemployed.

1. Upon watching too many episodes of the West Wing, one considers if it really is worth it to invest in political science, when Aaron Sorkin seems to have it all figured out.

2. Upon applying for 5 jobs a day and hearing back from none in a month, one reconsiders their worth to society.

3. Upon a daily reading every single news article at their disposal, one considers walking over to the Langevin Block to flip you-know-who the bird.*

4. Upon the onset of utter boredom, one considers trying on all their wardrobe at once, à la Joey from Friends.*

5. Upon finishing many, many mock LSAT tests, while still never reaching above a 155, one considers that an existential crisis may be a better option than law school.

6. Upon sleeping in until 10am every day, one considers those suckers who have to get up at 7 everyday.

7. Upon seeing the contents of their bank account after a month of unemployment, one considers drastic actions – such as selling homemade friendship bracelets.

8. Upon finishing every season of their TV shows, one begins to reconsider the value of fan fiction.

9. Upon realizing jobs prospects are worse now that one has a degree, one considers drinking heavily.

10. Upon sitting outside on the patio, +28 degrees, with no humidity and a cold beer at 2pm, one considers why anyone would want to work at all.

And in case you were wondering, this is what I did all May 2012.

*One did not act on these feelings.



For a few days in mid-August, Allison and I traveled across the Netherlands and Belgium.

We decided on a whim to spend a day in Antwerp.

Central Square or Grote Markt


Cathedral in the town centre. They had an exposition of Peter Paul Rubens and his students.  Inside of the cathedral. Yeah.

“If it ain’t Baroque, don’t fix it!”*


Killer antiques. Tintin was everywhere in this town.

Stumbled across a medieval castle along the harbour.


Oh and we had lunch in an Opera House.

Antiques, unexpected fine arts, market squares and medieval castles.

All in all, love at first sight.




Way back when in October, I made the trek back to the native homeland with the significant other.

Image copyright of Jo-Anne Douglas, via

I was still trying to get used to Canada after my summer in Europe, believe it or not, and probably one of the things I missed about Canada was – forgive the stereotype – the open space! I mean sometimes I even miss the open space when living in Ottawa. I KNOW I’M A STEREOTYPE. Embrace it. I have. When you grow up in a province with a population density of 1 person per 2.2 square kilometres you’re used to some space. Also the sunsets and sunrises are really unlike any other… But I digress…

With all last summer seriously lacking in anything to do with nature, I was determined to go on a hike near my cottage. Yet, the odds were not ever in my favour. (Hunger Games reference, anyone? Anyone? Timely.)

Rain. Of course. Unbeknownst to me, my parents had been to an old Anishinaabe sacred site. Instead of carving or painting figures into the landscape, these peoples instead laid out rocks, both big and small in different forms – like turtles, snakes, fish, birds. Thank you mum for taking us here instead!

It was a really surreal experience to say the least. You’re standing on a huge open granite rock slab with hundreds if not thousand year old stones. They also really discourage anyone tourist from walking in the woods nearby because apparently a bunch of people have gotten lost. It’s like a different time there.

The central ceremonial area was beautiful.

It’s still a sacred site that’s often used for spiritual ceremony and you find signs of this all over, especially with the strips of fabric and tobacco that are remnants of past ceremonies.

Adventure time with family!

Also, here’s a montage of my dad’s horrible, awful white sneakers…

Sneakers with a snake!

Sneakers with a fish!

Sneakers with a turtle!

Sneakers with a something!

Sneakers on an adventure!

Also, we found a giant overturned tree, roots and all. Naturally we put our faces in it.

More cool shit about the ‘forms. Click!


*All other images courtesy of Conor M. Smith

Downsides of Knowledge

So when I was a kid I watched some pretty educational shit. (Who am I kidding? I still do.)

Discovery Channel was my main jam but I’m pretty sure it led to many if not most of my neuroses.

Exhibit A:

When I was about six I remember watching a documentary about what would happen if a rogue asteroid hit Earth. Basically one of those doomsday scenario shows where nothing ever turns out even mildly ok. Maybe not the best thing for a six year old to be watching, but hey there are worse things.

I walked around for about six months in a relative amount of terror every time I’d look up at the sky. I just had this image of six year old me, minding my own business, probably playing legos or barbies (yea I played with both – suck it gender norms!), then all of a sudden – BOOM – A FLIPPING ASTEROID. All life on Earth dead, six year old me in sheer terror.

And I wonder why I’m neurotic?

Discovery Channel is also probably the reason why I insist on watching nature specials while drunk before I pass out. This is real and it happened last night.

LSE? The School for Me

NEWS: Ariel and I have decided to part blogging ways.*

*But not part ways forever, more on that later.*

I stopped blogging for a few reasons. Mostly because the internet at my French house was awful. Also fourth year university drained all of my creativity.

Starting this blog is largely me wanting to procrastinate from my final stretch in school and will hopefully become a way for me to also waste my time in the summer. That’s the goal anyways.

We’re going to start with some big news. For a long time I was worried about what I was going to do after university. Work? School? Homeless? While in London with Elliot this summer I had one of those moments of epiphanies.

We walked by the campus of the London School of Economics. Always been a wild dream of mine to go there. Half of it probably relates back my obsession with going to go to school in England (Hogwarts duh) and I like overachieving (ask my brother, he’ll back me up).

So I applied.

Then I waited.



So. That’s what I’ve decided to do with my life. Phhsst real life is for losers! School is for winners!

When I saw Colleen in February she asked why I’d stopped blogging. My answer was something along the lines of I didn’t have a theme or solid idea, and a good blog has to have one of those. Pitiful I know. Excuses, excuses. So I’ve decided that the main idea will be things I find, things I like, and things I do.

That’s the 4-1-1.

OH and congratulations to my lovely former blogging partner Ariel on getting into Royal Holloway College. It is also located in duh duh duh London. So we’ll be continuing on our friendship and perhaps roommate agreement on the other side of the pond!

All for now. But now that I finally have ideas again, there will be much more to come!

Y’all come back now, ya hear,