There’s something about London that can make me appreciate it even when I’m walking home in the rain with a heavy backpack and two bags of groceries. I’ve never had this same type of appreciation while walking back to Georgetown’s campus from Safeway, and I can’t quite pinpoint why. Maybe there’s nothing along the way to see? I don’t know.
It’s a rainy, cold day and I’m still in a good mood. I went climbing at the Castle today and met up with a friend from work. His name is Gabor and he’s Hungarian and we both get a kick out of losing things in translation. When he was finished in the changing room, he said, “I’m worse than a bride.” Number one. I couldn’t figure out he said the word “worse” for a while and number two, I had to have him explain the saying. I’m slowly getting better at climbing, but I’m also noticing that the heights make my palms sweat more than when I first started. I wonder why.
I can’t find normal “American” cheese at the grocery store. I went to the cheese aisle and they had blocks. This was my third attempt. Also, in fun news, I’ve discovered an American-ish bar is only 10 minutes from my dorm. I went to the bar (at another location) after work on Saturday night only to see the Michigan vs. Ohio State NCAA game. Pretty unexpected. Then I had to endure taunts of “Rugby is a real man’s sport” by an annoying co-worker. This rugby versus American football debate doesn’t actually exist. Most Americans abroad agree that rugby is cool, but to concede that it is cooler than American football is rare. They are simply different and I will leave it at that. My American pride is strong in London and I’m not about to let some arse tell me repeatedly that football players look gay in tights.
One last thing. Hold two fingers up as to signal “two beers, please.” No, you just said “Piss off” or something. I forget. I hold two fingers up a lot and it’s kind of a problem. Alright. That’s all for now. A full week ahead and Thanksgiving! We will probably go to this pub called The Monument and order the turkey with stuffing and cranberry sandwich, since the bird flu has pushed turkey prices OUT OF CONTROL.
Also, I’m working on getting more postcards out. If your name is Grandma or Grandpa, one is coming as soon as I think of something unique and interesting to write. I’ve gotten no mail from overseas (ahem, parents). When my aunt gave me a some stuff from home, I half expected to see something special in there. Alas. It’s not actually making me sad. That said, I miss everybody and hope Thanksgiving is a much deserved break for everyone working so hard. Talk to you soon.