story by Isobel Warren, photos by Milan Chvostek
Hang the expense, they said. Go for it, they urged. Live your dream, they exhorted.
So we did.
Last summer, we enrolled at Oxford University and revelled in the
sweetest sojourn of our lives. But six days at Oxford do not a scholar
make. We came away with no honours or degrees – only memories of
enriching learning and idea exchange with brilliant ‘tutors’ (that’s
Oxford-speak for professors), a sense of wonder at the antiquity and
beauty of that vast complex and memories of fun and laughter in the
company of kindred souls from around the world.
We learned and marvelled and shared and determined that somehow, no
matter how cash-strapped we are, we MUST return – preferably every
summer for the rest of our lives.
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