Summer in Oxford wrecked me for life. It really did. Studying at “Corpus Christi” college and having my thirsty mind fed with amazing literature, creativity, trust in my own talents and magical doors/bridges is proving to be too much for me to forget. I miss Oxford as someone misses a dream they don´t wish to wake up from.
The sudden weather changes (you start your breakfast with sun and end it with a storm: beautiful!); rainbows on bushes and lakes; the “bunting” (allowing you to float with the water instead of watching it from far); the colleges and their chapels, “Harry Potter” dinning halls, history you can touch with the tip of your fingers; the church BELLS ringing every 15 minutes reminding you of our own finitude; the dark, cosy corners hiding bookshops, antique stores, home made food pubs that date from the 1500s…I mean: TAKE ME BACK TO OXFORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!).