Here I sit, in Stamford, England, having been the guest of Gillian's Aunt Yvette & Uncle Alan. They have been wonderful hosts and thus far have taken excellent care of us. Between Toad in the Hole and Shepherd's Pie I've been quite satisfied on the food front and god knows I've had enough tea to last me a lifetime.
The story of my flight over here isn't very interesting I'm afraid. I left from JFK in NY on Tuesday night with my mother and Gillian's mother Michele bidding me fairwell. My flight left at 8:30pm and six hours later I landed at Heathrow airport in London, England at 8:30am. Luckily I'm one of those people who can sleep anywhere and I was able to get a few hours of shut-eye. I did however watch The Fantastic Four movie on a tiny screen 8 inches from my face and it was aweful. I'm pretty sure it had nothing to do with the fact the screen was so close I couldn't focus on the image. The movie was just bad. Although I have to say that seeing Jessica Alba only 8 inches from my face made my in-flight nap that much more enjoyable.
After disembarking from the plane I trekked a mile and a half to the customs line where a scary looking woman asked me various questions to make sure I wasn't a terrorist (I think the facial hair makes them suspicious) and that I knew where I was going. When I told her I was on my way to Peterborough to spectate at a fox hunt, her frightening face changed and she promptly told me that she should be the last person I tell my plans to. Apparently, the rumors are true and the majority of England is vehemently against "The Hunt". (Did you know that on UK computers the @ symbol and the " symbol are in reverse locations on the keyboard?)
So we've been here for 5 days and much of our time has been taken up with very funny conversations with Yvette & Alan. They both have excellent senses of humor and enjoy wine. Lots of wine. We're getting along swimmingly...
A day trip here and there has taken us to Burghley House, which is much more of a mansion or castle than it is a house considering it's massive, has a moat and stands on a ridiculous amount of land. Yesterday we took a train to Cambridge and tried to fit in with smart people. It appears that having an English accent doesn't automatically make you an intellectual. We saw a few "Uni" or University buildings, traipsed around a few art galleries and the hopped back on the train back to Peterborough for a late dinner out in Stamford with Yvette & Alan.
Tomorrow is our last day here as we will be travelling to London in the evening. I have no idea what we'll be doing there yet but I'm sure we'll figure something out.
As far as Israel goes, I still can't believe I'm in England so comprehending 6 months in Israel isn't really feasible at the moment. What I do know is that when we get off the plane in Tel Aviv, a taxi will be waiting to pick us up and take us to Karmiel. So that's a start.
It will probably be a few days before I can get back on the interweb (europeans are weird)but when I do I'll try and throw a few picture up here.
Hope all is well back in the states. Lots of love.
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yeah, fantastic four was horrible. glad you're enjoying yourself!
ReplyDeleteToo bad you're not already here. Bret and I threw a killer party on Saturday.
ReplyDeleteGlad to see you're getting along nicely in the savage land. I agree with you about Europeans. They take things that we invent and fuck up the names.
So, did the fox meet his bloody end? If so, did the hunter eat the fox?
ReplyDeletejust curious.
love, e
By the way, did you get the recipes for toad in the hole and shephard's pie? Find good ones and I'll make them for your mom while your gone -- if it comforts her. Otherwise I'll eat them, miss you, eat more because I'm depressed, get fat.
ReplyDeleteSoooo.... pick up a few good recipes that were had written down by someone who knows what she's doing and isn't trying to fancy things up too much.I would be thrilled to practice them and have them perfected by the time you get back and eat with us.
l,e