Alright, mate! Here it comes Norwich

Cheesy time, guys. I've chosen James Blunt's song because he is from Cley-next-the-Sea, Norfolk. The most populated city of this county: Norwich. “Goodbye My Lover” by James Blunt.

• What? Are you sure I didn't tell you that we had to go by train?!- my spanish friend told me while we were waiting at Cambridge's bus station.

• C'mon man, I understood we had to meet altogether here. I've phone M. and she told she was also coming here. How can it be?- I asked surprised, meanwhile my italian housemate was losing her temper- Hang on, man – I paused, staring at the annoyed italian – You, calm down, ok?

The actual fact was that I wasn't pleased with the idea of going to Norwich. The previous day, some locals were questioned about the idea of doing a trip there and, I must say, it didn't seem the best destination of getting to know the english culture better (yet the best choice for compulsive shoppers, though). How mistaken I was.

Later on, some of the italian people changed their previous idea of going by train because of my misunderstood. So, I had to take responsibility. I arranged everything to fix the situation. Lucky as we were, a taxi stopped immediately next to us and as we caught it, we went to the railway station.

Since then, we had the fate on our side. The weather seemed to change. From the grey of the morning's dense clouds to the light blue and shining of the “previous hidden” sun. Furthermore, we took the train just on time and the price of the tickets was cheaper than expected.

Once arrived, I noticed how you cannot whole heartedly believe each stereotype or assumption that you listen. This city of Norfolk, Norwich, was simply beautiful. It exuded history and culture in every street and building that you could see next to the city centre. Cameras flashing all the time (I won't use the stereotype of the japanese when they are visiting Barcelona for the first moment, although we were pretty there as typical “guiris”).

 

 

 

A wonderful great gothic structure stood out in the city: Norwich Cathedral. It was a place of worship but also an artistic masterpiece, sculptured on detail and outstanding because of its history and lovely spots.

 

Drinking a lager pint or british beer would be our second choice of the day, after a quite exhausting visit during the morning. It was a good opportunity to build connection with my two new italian mates who were coming with us. Amazing and interesting people.

The third destination: the market on the central square of Norwich. Different type of food from a diverse range of cultures and multiple pieces of clothes, lights and all the eclectic furniture and crafts that you would ever imagine. However, a little bit expensive in some makeshift tends I must say. 

We went directly from there to the splendid catholic church of Norwich, where we were shocked by the lack of control and safety of the place (everything opened and it seemed that nobody was there).

Finally, we spent our last hours in a great pub in front of the church (why not?). Again, spanish people could be found in the place (inevitably nowadays wherever place you go in England), noticed by their extroversion and full of hospitality.

Coming back home, the picture of Norfolk's city had changed radically once the sun wasn't embracing it, the inception of lighting and calm gave to Norwich a remarkable picturesque air. By the way, it was not easy to take the train to Cambridge and leave all these new experiences and landmarks aside. At least, a breathtaking memory was remaining in our minds.