Here are some of my observations having moved to the Motherland:
Jet lag is real. Jet lag is horrible. Over the course of 60 hours with only 3 hours of sleep, my body went through the following stages:
- low energy
- manageable lack of mental control
- droopy eyes and loss of fine motor skills
- no energy and the mind decides that sidewalks/tile floors are adequate resting places
- zombie
- crazy
- angry
- pleasantly content and not a care in the world
The recovery time took about 4 days and I presented a wild first impression for my bunk-mates.
It has been a week and I still have yet to see anything that remotely resembles a pick-up truck. Speaking of vehicles, look right. Then look right again. Drivers here are ruthless.
I always thought I was good with directions until now. Turns out that it wasn't my intellect, it was the mountains. Now I am at the mercy of the Tube.
Because of the Harry Potter movies, I thought I was pretty decent at understanding the British accent. I was naive. This was learned early on as I must have looked like Elle Woods stepping into her first class at Harvard to my taxi driver. He dropped me off here, to my new home:
Sunrise from the hall window |
Church/School |
Across the street neighbors |
Kate Middleton and I are basically BFFs already. On day 2 in London, some friends and I were walking through Hyde Park (shown below) and we happened across Kate and Prince George taking a jaunt through the park which is essentially their backyard. It doesn't get much better than that!
"Adieu to disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks and mountains?" -Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice |
http://www.theguardian.com/books/video/2013/jul/08/mr-darcy-statue-london-serpentine-video
Down the street from us are the Royal Prince Albert Memorial and Royal Prince Albert Hall
Albert, looking majestic
Blurry friends at Big Ben
We were so bummed that we missed you at the Boston airport.
ReplyDeleteAs for London, are you loving those brownstone stairs yet?