It is a little bit funny:
To be able to read the signs, but find yourself unsure of what they intend.
To see a familliar landscape yet never have I been here before. The suburban similarities are almost sad.
To meet up with an old friend and find life very much the same.
To feel my brain using muscles it has not in a while (thanks Preston for inviting me to read big words).
To speak the language and understand the language but still wish for subtitles. BBC tv has subtitles...why don't yall?
To not be willing to pay for the outrageous international data rates and therefore be a bit more lost than usual.
To get kissed by a chatty english bloke in a pub on my first day. On the cheek.
To get to know, ever briefly, a nice family whose son was singing with the boy's choir for the last day because he dared to mature (and his voice cracked).
I love that the power òutlets have on and off switches. So smart.
I love all the transit options. And I do love the nine million nutsy bicyclists, even the ones that try to run me over.
I love all the walking paths.
I don't like the fine lawns with protocols that only elite so-n-so's may walk on. Really? Makes me want to roll around in it. Must be some crazy 'merican.
Ps..I know I owe myself and others a post on whole hearted formation...but the first one is love. Big love. Why must i start with such a big one?? I told myself I would work on it while traveling. However for a day of travel I planned 3 days worth of books, papers and audiobooks. Then I also slept on the plane. :0
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