1. There are more people with dreadlocks here than in Boulder.
2. No one knows what Mexican food is and I can't find it anywhere.
3. Only English people live here.
4. People don't actually wear Wellies. This is a complete myth and I feel like an idiot for dragging mine (which took up about half of a suitcase!) half way across the world with me. So I'm going to wear them anyways, just to spite the myth.
5. Don't bother using an umbrella. It will break. It will flip inside out. It will blow away and hurt someone. It will, under no circumstances, keep you dry from the rain.
6. Traffic cones are ridiculously easy to steal. And the law here is that if traffic cones are not in use you can take them.
7. There are more tanning salons than I know what to do with.
8. Window shopping is all the rage. To be done properly, one must walk ridiculously quickly to pass by slow walking pedestrians, then see something in a shop window and veer infront of the slow walking pedestrian, completely cutting them off, and upon arrival at the window of choice, come to a dead stop. In front of the slow walking pedestrian.
9. Z is pronounced "zed." If you say "zee" people will laugh at you. Trust me.
My new favourite words are "awez" and "faffing around," meaning "come on" and "doing nothing/ wasting time," respectively.
I'll never spell correctly again.
I trip over cobblestones at least once a day.
Here are some new words I've learned:
1. Toasty- A Grilled Cheese Sandwich
2. Sorbet- A weird powdery substance that you eat with a lollipop which fizzes in your mouth. Like fun dip. But white and fizzy. I was going to send it to Mac but Robert pointed out that a white powdery substance sent in the mail may not get to it's intended recipient. Sorry Mac.
3. Lemonade- Soda Pop
4. Dungarees- Overalls (this is my favourite too. Liz was so concerned that I had never heard of dungarees and it took about 15 minutes of describing for me to figure out what she was talking about.
5. Trousers- Pants. (This is terribly embarrassing as I always refer to my pants as pants, which in Scots English, my underwear).
This weekend I was supposed to be going to Melrose and Abbotsford to the historical home of Sir Walter Scott. But the trip was canceled. So I went to the National Museum of Scotland instead. Maybe not as cool, but almost.



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