First, I went to Chicago.
The night I stayed there, I went up the Sears Willis Tower and got some pictures of the street below by night. At Jimmy John's they had some bread so French it must be liberated. The next day, before my flight, I walked down the street from my hotel taking pictures, including the one of my hotel at right. My father and I later visited the aquarium to fill the remaining time before I was to meet some of my classmates at the airport. I didn't get to meet my friends there, but I'm planning on doing so when I have to leave the UK.
The night I stayed there, I went up the The events at the airport made me realize why so many others say they hate flying. It wasn't playing strip poker with the TSA that was problematic; it was the d~~n employees of working the checked luggage stand. "Put in your card and take a nominal fee" seems to be their solution to everything. They don't even explore smaller nominal fees such as adding a second bag, which is cheaper than having an overweight bag for no reason. I hope never to have to deal with those people again. The flight itself was OK, but leg room was not in large supply in the cheap seats and I couldn't get to sleep. Luckily, the flight attendants were nice.
Going to the manor was fun. I'd elaborate, but I'm tired now. I think I'll describe it in a later post.
After the London trip, also to be described separately, the honours students got the opportunity to visit the town of Irnham, original home of the Lutterell Psalter. 
This book was commissioned back in the medieval days (remember those?) by Geoffrey Lutterell for his church. This book contains fantastic illuminations in the margins with all kinds on wonderful and bizarre grotesques among much more normal scenes of the daily life of the peasants, an extreme rarity for those days when illuminations were only about the rich landowners who commissioned them.
This book was commissioned back in the medieval days (remember those?) by Geoffrey Lutterell for his church. This book contains fantastic illuminations in the margins with all kinds on wonderful and bizarre grotesques among much more normal scenes of the daily life of the peasants, an extreme rarity for those days when illuminations were only about the rich landowners who commissioned them. That's it for this update. I'll post the London stuff later and will probably end up blogging about this long after I'm back in the US.
