This entry will be dotted with OMG's because OMG's are just so appropriate
Honest to God, happiness = England.
I LOVE LOVE LOVE ENGLAND, but more importantly, I LOVE LOVE LOVE the people I've met here.
We went on a road trip across Southern UK, starting off at Neil's house with a good English breakfast. I honestly freaked out because it was all so English and I just couldn't handle it. I took pictures of his house, his neighbor's house, his kitchen, his milk bottle that was left outside for the milkman (OMG!!!!!) to pick up.
Then we went to Abi's house in Wales, where sheep roam free and English is abandoned for the gibberish that is Welsh (and oh yes, it is gibberish). We went to two castles, shopped in Cardiff's high street, wandered about, hit a Christmas fair, had a lot of tea, listened to carol's on old 45's, and took it in. The next day we were old on the road with our trusty satnav TomTom and cd's full of ridiculous Christmas cheese (ie BAD English Christmas music).
We went to Charlie's house in a village oustide of Stratford upon Avon. Actually, it is not a house. It is a vicarage. Charlie's village is so small they don't have their own vicar so Charlie's family has taken up the estate. Sometimes they lock up the church directly across the street from their house. OMG!! Omg. His house, according to Neil--a proper, posh, but brown, Brit--is the most English thing he has ever seen in his life. Charlie has the Oxbridge old boy accent too. OMG. Anai and Alex agreed with Neil. Charlie is truly, truly English. He acted with the RSC when he was a kid, dammit. AHHH! OMG!! I love his house. I want his house. I want to be English. OMG!! We watched Home Alone (OMG! Cheesey Christmas movie, loves it!) in the sitting room next the the fire place and Christmas tree. OMG.
We hit the touristy areas in Stratford, then went to a smaller village half an hour out, where we had cream tea in a little bed and breakfast called Badger's Hall.
There is more but I'm sure no one gives a frick but me.
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Honestly I am overwhelmed. Germany was fantastic but this road trip was just a dream come true. I am so, so, so happy that I decided to come to LSE this year.
I LOVE LOVE LOVE ENGLAND, but more importantly, I LOVE LOVE LOVE the people I've met here.
We went on a road trip across Southern UK, starting off at Neil's house with a good English breakfast. I honestly freaked out because it was all so English and I just couldn't handle it. I took pictures of his house, his neighbor's house, his kitchen, his milk bottle that was left outside for the milkman (OMG!!!!!) to pick up.
Then we went to Abi's house in Wales, where sheep roam free and English is abandoned for the gibberish that is Welsh (and oh yes, it is gibberish). We went to two castles, shopped in Cardiff's high street, wandered about, hit a Christmas fair, had a lot of tea, listened to carol's on old 45's, and took it in. The next day we were old on the road with our trusty satnav TomTom and cd's full of ridiculous Christmas cheese (ie BAD English Christmas music).
We went to Charlie's house in a village oustide of Stratford upon Avon. Actually, it is not a house. It is a vicarage. Charlie's village is so small they don't have their own vicar so Charlie's family has taken up the estate. Sometimes they lock up the church directly across the street from their house. OMG!! Omg. His house, according to Neil--a proper, posh, but brown, Brit--is the most English thing he has ever seen in his life. Charlie has the Oxbridge old boy accent too. OMG. Anai and Alex agreed with Neil. Charlie is truly, truly English. He acted with the RSC when he was a kid, dammit. AHHH! OMG!! I love his house. I want his house. I want to be English. OMG!! We watched Home Alone (OMG! Cheesey Christmas movie, loves it!) in the sitting room next the the fire place and Christmas tree. OMG.
We hit the touristy areas in Stratford, then went to a smaller village half an hour out, where we had cream tea in a little bed and breakfast called Badger's Hall.
There is more but I'm sure no one gives a frick but me.
...
Honestly I am overwhelmed. Germany was fantastic but this road trip was just a dream come true. I am so, so, so happy that I decided to come to LSE this year.