I love England

Yesterday, M and I went to a great little restaurant and had a romantic meal by candle-light. Afterwards, we met up with M's folks and went to see The Pirates of the Carribean, Dead man's chest. It was fantasic.

I loved the most though was the ride back to M's flat. He and I sat in the back of his parent's car and I watched out the window. I love this city at night. the lights are different colors from back in the states, and they have road markers that are these white plasticy thing with lights in them. I get such a kick out of it. even the car headlights are different in their brightness. the low beams look like a small candle was put in it.

Today I went out shopping, and it was somewhat familiar using the pound based currency. I do alright for making correct change when I don't have a huge line of shoppers behind me. I love listening to people talk. and talk about the mundane things like how their Mum's car is a green Corsa. Or that loaf of bread is tasty. Or that child is naughty. I love soaking up the accent. It can be a bit musical to my ears.

I am cleaning around the flat whilst M is out at work, and down below is a big city bus stop, and when I take breaks I watch the busses and people going here and there. It amazes me that these huge double decker busses can travel around on thses narrow little roads made for cars that are no bigger than a breadbox.

I really do love this country, and I am glad that England will always be a part of my life.