The Perch Pub

The first time we went to the Perch it was on Easter. The weather was lovely and we hadn't started yet working hard for the end of term assignments.
Many of our friends were back to their countries, but we managed to put together a small group of people and ventured through Port Meadows, just outside of Jericho.
My Italian friends from London came as well - Virgi and Claire.

The walk to the pub is breathtaking, it doesn't even seem to be in England. Wilde horses, cows and all sort of animals are all over the place; the river is beautiful and calm, with people kayaking and boat houses.

The second time we went there was to celebrate Lisa's birthday and the end of term. It was an amazing night. We enjoyed good company and good beers until 11pm. Then, on the way back, surrounded by darkness and with the dim light of the moon, we approached some wild horses and softly caressed them. It was amazing.

And for the first time I realized that I am going to miss all of this. Oxford and all the people I met here - we might not hang out together often, but they have been part of my daily routine from September to now. And suddenly they won't be anymore. And the sad part is that it will be normal; one we will be back to our countries, all of this will be only a nice, unreal, parenthesis.