OK, blogging. Interesting. Let's give it a go, shall we?
This past weekend I went on a little 'retreat' to the Cumberland Lodge in Windsor Great Park. It was a really great environment, there were a bunch of cool speakers and panels about the US presidential election, but my favorite part was definitely the atmosphere of the place we were staying. Basically, the Lodge is a former residence of a Prince (Prince Christian of Schleswig-Holstein to be precise) and it's been converted into a conference center where all the attendees get to stay in their very nice, albeit very pink rooms. But the park is gorgeous, streches for miles in every direction, and you actually don't feel your lungs breathing in the pollution of London. Lovely.
Anyway, I made a few new friends and we walked to Windsor Castle, about 4 miles through cow pastures, past a gigantic statue of King George III rearing on his horse (probably upset about losing the Colonies to those damn rebels), and then through a deer park where the deer roam freely and occasionally show off their gigantic antlers up to 20 feet away from you across your walking path. Which happened. Then it's a straight shot to the castle, which was awesome in itself, and the little town surrounding it had some clever pub signs, a crooked house, and delicious ice cream. The best part though, was that the Queen's standard was flying, which means she was chillin' in the castle for the weekend and would be at Royal Chapel on Sunday.
I attended said Royal Chapel with a number of students in the Lodge and a bunch of locals as well. When we exited the service, Queen Elizabeth II was standing just to the right, not more than 10 feet away. We locked eyes... it was magical... I got her number. No, but seriously, it was cool. She is very tiny, not more than 5 feet tall, and wore a really silly blue Queen hat. But I did go to chapel with the Queen of England, and I'm sure not many Americans, much less Englishmen can claim that particular feat. Unfortunately she didn't stay to chat, instead just hopping into her range rover with her body guards and peacin' out. Maybe next time.
I think that's all for my first blog post ever in the history of Alex Cohen. If anyone wants to sign me up for some book deals just shoot me an email or something. I'll try to update as much as possible and/or when I do cool things. Maybe I'll even figure out how to post pictures...
Cheers mates!
This past weekend I went on a little 'retreat' to the Cumberland Lodge in Windsor Great Park. It was a really great environment, there were a bunch of cool speakers and panels about the US presidential election, but my favorite part was definitely the atmosphere of the place we were staying. Basically, the Lodge is a former residence of a Prince (Prince Christian of Schleswig-Holstein to be precise) and it's been converted into a conference center where all the attendees get to stay in their very nice, albeit very pink rooms. But the park is gorgeous, streches for miles in every direction, and you actually don't feel your lungs breathing in the pollution of London. Lovely.
Anyway, I made a few new friends and we walked to Windsor Castle, about 4 miles through cow pastures, past a gigantic statue of King George III rearing on his horse (probably upset about losing the Colonies to those damn rebels), and then through a deer park where the deer roam freely and occasionally show off their gigantic antlers up to 20 feet away from you across your walking path. Which happened. Then it's a straight shot to the castle, which was awesome in itself, and the little town surrounding it had some clever pub signs, a crooked house, and delicious ice cream. The best part though, was that the Queen's standard was flying, which means she was chillin' in the castle for the weekend and would be at Royal Chapel on Sunday.
I attended said Royal Chapel with a number of students in the Lodge and a bunch of locals as well. When we exited the service, Queen Elizabeth II was standing just to the right, not more than 10 feet away. We locked eyes... it was magical... I got her number. No, but seriously, it was cool. She is very tiny, not more than 5 feet tall, and wore a really silly blue Queen hat. But I did go to chapel with the Queen of England, and I'm sure not many Americans, much less Englishmen can claim that particular feat. Unfortunately she didn't stay to chat, instead just hopping into her range rover with her body guards and peacin' out. Maybe next time.
I think that's all for my first blog post ever in the history of Alex Cohen. If anyone wants to sign me up for some book deals just shoot me an email or something. I'll try to update as much as possible and/or when I do cool things. Maybe I'll even figure out how to post pictures...
Cheers mates!
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