So I made it. Safe and sound. I'm sure you are all interested in hearing all the details about my flight over here and what food they served and how I am dreadfully tired...no? Well good, I really don't feel like telling it anyway. I'll give you the short 30 second glimpse:
flight: pretty quick - watched a couple movies, slept a couple hours, not bad
food: manicotti - actually pretty good considering my extremely low expectations, and a crescent in the morning
customs: awful - incredible long, but they only asked me one question when I got up there...maybe I just have a trustworthy face, or maybe the bible school part gave me a free ride? Who knows
So you are pretty much up to speed on my journey. Exciting I know right.
I am currently staying with Sarah's aunt and uncle who are so incredibly nice and friendly, and I am very thankful for them for letting me stay. Sarah's aunt Jeanne asked if we would like to go to high tea at 1, and considering the fact that it sounded so incredibly british I of course said yes. We got there and we get led to our little table. Now this is where it gets awkward. The woman pulled out my chair and I just plopped myself down in it, and then realized that she was going to push it in for me...So she was pushing on my seat with me in it. Not a good start... and the whole entire tea pretty much goes like that. Never incredibly embarrassing yet enough to let me know that I am NOT a native.
But oh how I want to be.
This is the life that I was made for. Everyone just sounds so nice and friendly, and from the little that I have been here it seems like life is slower. The lady at the exchange counter was never impatient, the driving is slower, tea time is acceptable every single day...and the accents, beautiful beautiful things they are. I like America but man oh man we could really take a lesson from these brits!
flight: pretty quick - watched a couple movies, slept a couple hours, not bad
food: manicotti - actually pretty good considering my extremely low expectations, and a crescent in the morning
customs: awful - incredible long, but they only asked me one question when I got up there...maybe I just have a trustworthy face, or maybe the bible school part gave me a free ride? Who knows
So you are pretty much up to speed on my journey. Exciting I know right.
I am currently staying with Sarah's aunt and uncle who are so incredibly nice and friendly, and I am very thankful for them for letting me stay. Sarah's aunt Jeanne asked if we would like to go to high tea at 1, and considering the fact that it sounded so incredibly british I of course said yes. We got there and we get led to our little table. Now this is where it gets awkward. The woman pulled out my chair and I just plopped myself down in it, and then realized that she was going to push it in for me...So she was pushing on my seat with me in it. Not a good start... and the whole entire tea pretty much goes like that. Never incredibly embarrassing yet enough to let me know that I am NOT a native.
But oh how I want to be.
They call these "nibbles". All I know is that they were delicious.
This is the life that I was made for. Everyone just sounds so nice and friendly, and from the little that I have been here it seems like life is slower. The lady at the exchange counter was never impatient, the driving is slower, tea time is acceptable every single day...and the accents, beautiful beautiful things they are. I like America but man oh man we could really take a lesson from these brits!
