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A good group trip to study English Gardens at Oxford University

August 20, 2022 by Terry Van Nortwick 6 Comments

PS. I figured out how to save $3500 on this group trip, too!

Merton College grounds were stunning. Lots of flowers and unusual plants were all over the property.

As you probably know, I’m not a big fan of group trips. Too orchestrated, too many people, too little freedom – you know the drill.

But I recently found a trip that proved enticing. I’ve buried the lead in this story, so you’ll have to go to the end to find out how to save big time on this trip, so read on!

I received the Smithsonian’s brochure of trips, flipped through it and mostly said, “been there, done that.” But then I saw a section on Oxford University and it listed classes you could take for a week. When I read on, I found a class on English gardens. Um, that got my interest. As a Master Gardener Volunteer in my hometown, I love learning about gardening, garden design and all the how-to’s of gardening. I pulled up the website for the trip and called the customer service folks for more details.

The most disturbing fact was that the housing would be in student dormitories where there was no air conditioning and no hair dryers. After a quick check of the weather in Oxford in July, I decided I could handle 70-degrees and would purchase a small travel hair dryer to take on the trip. The price for the trip seemed reasonable and after consulting my friend who lives in England, we arranged for me to visit her for two days prior to the class.

My brother-in-law, Lynn, was planning a trip to the UK and had purchased tickets for the British Open or The Open as it is called in the UK. He invited me to join him after my class. Pouf, I had a plan and easily booked my flight to London and found train schedules to get me from my Winchester friend’s home to Oxford and then onto Edinburgh, where I would meet Lynn. Leery of group trips, I decided I would go into the experience with an open mind.

I arrived in Oxford after an easy train trip from Winchester to Basington and then onward to Oxford. As I left the train station, looking for a taxi to take to the college, I saw a long line at the taxi stand. Well, this may be the time to try Uber, I decided. After 3 minutes, my car arrived and the driver told me I was lucky to get him, because today was a visiting day at Oxford and the town was crowded with people. Most taxis were taking an hour to get to a waiting passenger.  I found out later that I paid two times the normal rate for my ride, but at that point, I was glad to get a taxi as the walk would have been at least 30 minutes.  I didn’t feel like dragging my carryon all that way.

My arrival at Merton College at Oxford was pretty easy. Merton College is one of 39 colleges at Oxford. It was founded in 1264 and has about 650 students.

You are not allowed to walk on the grass, but wow, it was beautiful and green!!!

I found my way to the meeting room, where I signed in and was told a porter would bring my bag to my room. I got directions to my room and after a few wrong turns, finally got to Rose Cottage and my room on the second floor. I had seen photos of the dorm rooms but was pleasantly surprised to find a two-room suite. The outer room had a desk, dresser, bookshelves, mini-refrigerator and coffee maker. The small bedroom had a twin bed and connected to an even smaller bathroom, complete with shower, sink and toilet. There were two windows which I opened to let in a breeze. No hairdryer, as promised. But a standing fan, which I really didn’t use the whole week. Ian delivered my suitcase and I unpacked and explored my room. No hangers in the closet, so all my clothes went in the drawers. I set up my computer and connected to the wi-fi. I was ready to rock and roll. I found a detailed booklet full of helpful information about the staff, entrance hours, meals and drinks schedule, housekeeping and a map of Oxford. Also included was a detailed schedule of every day’s activities.

The bathroom was tiny, but worked quite well.
Here’s the small bedroom. A twin bed was plenty for me. Housekeepers cleaned the rooms every day and changed sheets and towels once during the week.
The main room worked well to store clothes. I also had a desk with wi-fi access for my computer.

An evening orientation session was followed by a welcome reception on the lawn of the college garden. I have to admit, for a garden enthusiast, the grounds at Merton were pretty fabulous. Lawn was green and trim. There were numerous and voluminous plantings of flowers, shrubs and all kinds of gorgeous plants – most I would never attempt to grow in Florida. But, beautiful, nevertheless. In fact, Merton probably has one of the nicest gardens of all the Oxford colleges.

Peter, the Merton College bartender, took great care of me. He found a bottle of Bourbon and some ginger ale.

The reception offered wine only. So I slipped away to the college bar and met Peter who found a bottle of Bourbon and some ginger ale. I was set! With drink in hand, I ventured back to the reception to meet some of my fellow students.

All the 64 people in the large group were from the US. They seemed to be well-traveled, bright and interesting folks. Most seemed to be retired or close to retirement age. My class, The History of English Gardens, included 12 ladies, led by our amazing instructor, or tutor, as the Brits say.  Richard Bisgrove was full of detailed and interesting information about English gardens, famous designers and all kinds of fascinating tid-bits about the plants, garden construction and famous historical gardens.  

Our typical day went like this. Rise for hot breakfast in the dining hall from 7:30 to 9:00. There was always some egg dish, ham or bacon, potatoes, grilled tomatoes, baked beans. A cold buffet included cereals, yogurt and fresh fruit. Coffee, tea, juice and water was also available.

After breakfast, we all joined our classmates for an hour and a half lecture, followed by a 30-minute coffee/tea break. Classes then resumed until 12:30 when we ended for the day. We had lunch every day, a hot buffet, at 1 pm. Lunch included a meat/fish, starch, vegetable, salad and roll/bread. Dessert was also served. I found the ice cream stash and a small carton of ice cream was my preferred choice.

The afternoons included a tour of Oxford and a tour of another college – Pembroke College. We also had a couple of free afternoons, where we could join tours of various sites in Oxford or just have free time to wander around by ourselves.

My favorite activity was an afternoon tour of one of the historic gardens we had studied. Our class joined our instructor at Rousham Gardens in Oxfordshire, a country house with walled gardens and herbaceous borders, built in the 1600s and still occupied by descendants of the original family. It was a treat to have our instructor point out all the design elements, the kitchen garden , water features and pergolas throughout the 80-acre property.

Richard, our instructor, explains the details at the Rousham Gardens in Oxfordshire.

Dinner each night was a sit-down, served affair. You were invited to sit at the high table (think Harry Potter’s dining room with an elevated platform and a large table) one evening during the week. You were asked to dress up a bit – jackets for men and dresses for ladies. Most people just looked like they did on any other night. Dress code was pretty casual. So, I had brought a dress for really no reason. (You know, I hate over-packing, right???)

The dining hall resembles the one shown in the Harry Potter movies. So historic and beautiful.

We were served three courses: an appetizer (or starter as the Brits say), a main course and finally dessert and coffee. I thought the kitchen did a pretty good job of getting a decent meal out to everyone and serving it nicely. For the UK, I thought the food was pretty good. Nothing to rave about. But better than the standard fish, chips and mash (green peas – not my favorite Brit dish).

Here I am sitting next to the Shakespeare instructor, Dr. Priscilla Martin.

After dinner, most folks went back to their rooms. One couple in the large group did not stay in a dormitory, but had rented a hotel room at the best spot in town. They did eat their meals with us and attended all functions. So, I guess that is an option if the dormitory just doesn’t do it for you.

Every night at dinner, I met more and more classmates. I have to say, there weren’t very many I didn’t connect with. Most were interesting, curious, had been on some great travels and were excited about learning. Classes for the week included my History of English Gardening, The Rise and Fall of the British Empire, Myths and Legends of the British Isles, The Archaeology of Anglo-Saxon England, The Age of Winston Churchill and Shakespeare’s English History Plays. I was told the smallest class was the four in the Shakespeare class.

I’ve saved the best huge money-saving tip for the end. After I got home, I did a bit of digging and found out that you can take one of dozens of classes at Oxford every summer – without going through the Smithsonian Journeys folks. They were really great and I appreciated all the service they provided. But for $3500-4000 less, you can book directly with Oxford  https://www.conted.ox.ac.uk/about/oussa and save a bundle!!! Here are the caveats. You’ll need to pay for your own transfer from London (or wherever you start out). For me, that was about $85 for train to Oxford and the same for return to London when I left. You may not get the tour guide service that we got with Smithsonian. They were there to help with onward reservations, got COVID tests and care, when needed. We had three guests come down with COVID. They had to stay in their room and the college brought their meals to them.

I don’t know if the receptions or any of the afternoon trips are included when you book directly. But, for a lot less than $3500, you can hire a car and driver and do whatever you like in the surrounding areas.

I may or may not go back. Probably depends on if I find a course that looks appealing. For the lower price, it is definitely enticing. Hopefully air fares will go down in the future. I paid $1900 for an economy ticket from Gainesville to Charlotte and direct to London and return. I know I could have gotten something cheaper by flying out of Orlando, but didn’t want to make the drive.

The trip that changed my life

May 7, 2020 by Terry Van Nortwick 14 Comments

My buddy Tracy Bachmann recently asked me what trip changed my life. With all this stay-at- home business, it seemed the right time to reminisce about the trip that got me started on a lifetime of travel.

My family was in Pennsylvania visiting relatives one summer when my Aunt Tommy (my Mom’s only sister) and Uncle Joe invited my sister, Carla, and me on our very first big trip.

It took us all of two seconds to say, “Yes. We will do it and yes, we want to go. And wow, wow, wow this is wonderful. Thank you.”

Aunt Tommy said, “If you and Carla can save up enough money to pay for your airplane tickets to get here, Uncle Joe and I will take you to New York City for a weekend.”

I can remember looking at Carla and we were both beaming with excitement and happiness, we could hardly control ourselves.

Our parents were thrilled for us and we all thanked Aunt Tommy and Uncle Joe for the invitation and in no time, Carla and I had saved the money for the trip. I was a junior in college and Carla was a freshman, so we babysat, did odd jobs and scraped together the $200 to buy our airplane tickets.

I don’t remember the exact month we went, but it was cool and blustery, so it was probably the fall or early spring.  Aunt Tommy and Uncle Joe met us at the Philadelphia airport and from there we hopped on the train to go into New York.

TV, Broadway and off-Broadway shows are an integral part of the NYC experience.

We settled in at the hotel and I can remember standing in the hotel, looking out the window and Carla and I couldn’t get the smiles off our faces. We were so excited we could hardly stand still.

Aunt Tommy and Uncle Joe had bought tickets to see two Broadway shows and also the Merv Griffin television show. We saw 1776 – the first run of it, thank you very much. Dear World, with Angela Lansbury was the second show we saw. Who knew we were seeing such an iconic actress and 1776, which would have a revival in 1997 and another scheduled for 2021.

Aunt Tommy asked us what we wanted to do and we told her “go to Tiffany’s and Greenwich Village.” Aunt Tommy and Uncle Joe had been to NYC many times, but had never been to Greenwich Village, which at that time was considered a bit of a risky, hippie area. As we wandered through the streets, Aunt Tommy had a firm grip on her purse and instructed us to do likewise. At Tiffany’s the only thing I could afford to buy was a gold-plated toothpick!

I don’t know how he got us in, but Uncle Joe took us to the New York Playboy Club. It was dark, sophisticated and thrilling. And those bunny costumes were something else. Carla and I felt so grown up and worldly, just being there.

To this day, that trip has held a very special place in my heart. I will always remember the generosity of Aunt Tommy and Uncle Joe. What an amazing gift to give to a relative.

Inside the Concorde on display at the New York City docks. Ken and I flew in this exact plane across the pond when the Concorde was still flying with tickets I bought on Ebay. What a deal and what an incredible experience.

And that’s why to this day, Ken and I enjoy taking niece Kelly on trips. Her first trip with us was, of course, to New York City. We saw Broadway shows, went to the ballet, ate in Little Italy and visited museums. One of our favorite later trips to New York we dubbed the “transportation trip.” We kept track of every mode of transportation we experienced: airplane, taxi, bus, Central Park carriage, helicopter, boat, escalator (yeah, that counts!), bicycle taxi, elevator and subway.

One of the most emotional trips to NYC was in December for my birthday, right after Sept. 11. We flew in over the city and out my window I spotted ground zero. I gasped as I saw it and passengers on the other side of the plane rushed over to look out the windows. New Yorkers greeted us with thanks for coming back to the city and a walk by ground zero was hauntingly silent. That trip reminded me of how special NYC was to me and how important it was to patronize those places that have suffered from tragedy. We had celebrated Ken’s birthday at the Top of the World Trade Center years before and it seemed unreal that it was no longer there.

Celebrating my pre-birthday party in New York with co-birthday pal Lora Douglas, Beth Davis and Emily Pritchett.

I have celebrated numerous birthdays in NYC (many with co-birthday friend Lora), including my 60th and 65/retirement. We have stayed in every part of the city, in hotels and in apartments. We’ve seen many Broadway shows, off-Broadway shows and visited many museums — but nowhere near every one of the 150+ in the city.

On another birthday trip with Lora, we experienced the immediacy of news. Lora had headed to the Garment district to pick up sewing and quilting supplies, while I went to my favorite designer clothing outlet. On the way walking back to the hotel, Ken (who was not with us) called me and said there had been an explosion at the Marriot Marquis hotel, where we were staying. He said the hotel was blocked off and I couldn’t get in.

At that point, I looked up into the sky and saw a bunch of helicopters circling around and said, yeah, something is going on. I quickly called Lora to relay the news, to which she said, “Well, that’s a bunch of bull. I just walked in the hotel and I’m fine.”

 In the meantime, Ken had tried to call Kelly, who was on her way to meet us in NYC. Not getting her by phone (she was in the air flying), he called my sister, Michele, to tell her about the explosion. By the time I got Ken back on the phone to explain everything was fine, there was no explosion and the hotel was open – he had stirred up a fury of anxiety.

Ken called Michele back, explained that all was OK and we all took a deep breath!

When my business PROiNk, celebrated its 20th anniversary, I took the entire team to NYC for a weekend of shows, museums and creative inspiration. We made the trip again for our 30th anniversary.

During Carla’s last stages of terminal breast cancer, she requested a trip to NYC. The entire family was there and Ken coordinated hired cars so Carla wouldn’t have to walk far, as she was fairly weak at that point. We saw all her requested Broadway shows, ate some wonderful meals and ended with a drive to Pennsylvania where we celebrated Mom’s 80th birthday. It would be the last time most of our relatives saw Carla and Mom, as Carla died two months later and Mom died the following year.

On one trip to NYC at Christmas, Ken and I got so sick with the flu that we could barely get out of bed. We were staying at the historic Algonquin Hotel and called for room service. We were told, there is no room service today. It’s Christmas. Hungry and weak, we stumbled out of bed, went to 21 for lunch and found ourselves seated next to the famous Rip Torn. Still feeling yucky, we decided a movie would be a good low-energy thing to do. We sat enjoying the show until a poor homeless fellow wandered in and sat beside us, forcing us to move because of his foul smell.

The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade is a must-see. Here we are with sister, Michele, brother-in-law, Lynn and niece, Kelly.

New York is like no other place on earth. I love its grit, its dirt, the wealth beside poverty. It is the fashion center of the world, where you can buy absolutely anything. Broadway and the theatres are bursting with music and talent. Just walking the streets is energizing and inspiring. The museums are world-class and there are fabulous restaurants on every corner. Christmas is a magical time to be there, with the lights and decorations.

On my last trip to New York, I took Tracy and Stella Bachmann and of course, Franny, the fur coat my dear sister, Michele, left to me. Sure does keep you warm!

We had planned a trip to NYC in April to celebrate Ken’s birthday, but alas, the pandemic had a different idea.

These days our trips to New York include lots of restaurant experiences, curated by Kelly. She has become a bigger foodie than I am and she has a knack for finding great little spots. Kelly and I coordinate shows and we usually throw in a museum or three to visit.

Our family is down to the four of us: me, Ken, Kelly and brother-in-law Lynn. Luckily, we all love NYC as much as Aunt Tommy and Uncle Joe did. Thanks to them for giving us the gift of NY more than 50 years ago. It is a treasure I will always cherish. And I can’t wait to get back there…soon.

I violated my own shoe rule for packing and suffered the consequences

January 28, 2020 by Terry Van Nortwick 2 Comments

Shoes on the left are my favorite traveling shoes. On left are the snow boots.

I admit, I am a packing snob. I take only a carry-on roller bag and a big tote bag purse when I travel. In order to do that, I have a rule of taking two pair of shoes — only. My rationale is: shoes take up a lot of space and if you pack with one color of clothes only, you really don’t need gobs of different colored shoes on a trip. I’ve followed this rule for years and found it to work perfectly.

I thought I was going to be extra cool when packing for my recent trip to London and Moscow. Since the weather in Russia would be super cold, with possible snow and ice, I opted to wear my black suede boots with a rugged rubber sole. Heck, I thought, that’s all I will need and I can avoid lugging along another pair of shoes. Smart, huh?

Big mistake. As it turned out, after several days of wearing the same boots, they rubbed a big old blister on my foot and made walking a bit of a challenge. Had I brought another pair of shoes, I could have switched off for a few days and not had to suffer.

So, take that extra pair — even if you are convinced you won’t need them. Shoes can get wet, muddy or just uncomfortable. Of course, you know never to take a new pair of shoes on a trip. Break them in first, so you can be assured they will be fine.

My favorite travel shoes right now are the two shoes on the left. Go to Pinner’s Shoes for the Isle Jacobsen in bunches of colors. They’re only about $79. The tie-shoes are Cole Haan Zerogrand and they come in various colors, too. Both are super lightweight and very comfortable for walking those 10,000 steps a day. What are your favorite travel shoes?

How to get around high season hotel rates

September 2, 2019 by Terry Van Nortwick Leave a Comment

I should have figured this one out ages ago, but better late than never. I was trying to book a hotel in Asheville recently for a visit in mid-October. If you are a North Carolina fan, you know that fall is high season in that area, as everyone wants to see the leaves change and get a bit of cooler weather after our hot summer.

I had my eye on a pottery show near Asheville and kept finding $499 a night and higher rates at the hotels we typically book. I tried every discount available (senior, AAA, government rate) and checked all the competing hotel sites. No go.

Then I got an email from Marriott, reminding me about my Marriott points. Gee, I thought, maybe I have enough to book a room in Asheville.

I quickly found out that indeed I did and I was able to get a room at one of my favorite spots for FREE. Yes, free. After booking three nights in Asheville, I saved a whopping $1500.

Lesson learned. Book with points during high season and be sure to enroll in hotel loyalty programs. They can save you big $$ and make you feel so smart – all at the same time!

Happy travels.

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Hi, I’m Terry

Hi, I’m Terry and I love to travel. In 2010, I found the Traveler’s Century Club’s list of 324 countries in the world. After checking the list, I realized I’d been to more than 50 countries, so I decided I would make it my goal to visit 100. Well, I surpassed that goal and I figured: why stop now? Follow along with me as I continue the adventure! Terry in Havana, Cuba, country number 101!

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