Scene 6: What Daily Life Looks Like (For Now)

Alright, I'm all caught up to date on the blogging. It is Tuesday, June 14th, and I'm going to tell you a little about what my 'daily life' looks like.


A Tour of My Hostel


Look at this lovely fire warning posted in the hall:

I like how it tells me to 'attack the fire.'


I read at St. James Park:

I eat at many places. Ironically, one of them is named EAT.

I like EAT best for sandwiches, although the British have an alarming disposition for mayonnaise.


There's Pret a Manger:

 They have awesome flavored carbonated water.

And a lovely salad with avocado, crawfish, and dijon dressing:

And Skinny Popcorn, which is so, so good:

Then there's Costa Coffee, with a lovely mocha:

And Caffe Nero, with a fabulous mocha and latte:

They also have fantastic toasted sandwiches (called 'toasties'). I love to sit here and read/write.

And last but not least we have Tesco, the grocery store for all your needs:

They have donuts...

And something called a Meal Deal, where you get pasta/salad/sandwich, crisps, and a drink for 2.5 GBP. The price is a bit addicting, as is the Chicken Pasta.


Here are some things I have learned:


I'm not lost if I'm not looking for something. I can only be lost if I can't find what I'm looking for. Otherwise, I'm 'adventuring.'  I adventure a lot, and the only times I haven't are the only times I've been lost. Success!


There's no telling where anyone is from. Seriously. None. Doesn't matter what you look like, what you're dressed like, or where you're working. Your nationality is fair game.


It's okay to have no idea what's going on. A lot of people in the city don't. And so many people visit London, immigrate to London, or study in London, that actual Londen-ers are used to the majority of those around them looking bewildered. So far, it's been perfectly fine to be a tourist.


When people ask me where I'm from, I say, "The States." They then go, "Oh, whereabouts?" To which I reply, "North Carolina." Blank stare, followed by a smile and a nod.


No one knows where North Carolina is. And that's okay.


Until next time,

B