All the things that I have done

A post I wrote while waiting at the airport for hours until our delayed plane came.

I've never been so sad to leave a place before. it is with an ambivalent heart that I depart from London--in eager anticipation for the adventure in store but reluctant to leave behind the life I created in London. 2 months, 9 weeks, 63 days is a short time to spend in a place but it was plenty for me to grow roots--to call it home.

Things I'll miss
Fish and Chips- no one does fried cod/haddock and french fries like the Brits. Fresh fish steamed inside a crunchy cornmeal shell, small slightly sweet alabaster chunks flaking off with bits of nutty brown. Chips--tender pieces of potatoes with crisped edges and a hint of saltiness. Pieces are large, not like the ubiquitous shoestrings Americans prefer, because the flesh inside supplies the sensuality of a chip. the potato creams in your mouth with earthy purity. the interplay between the soft and crunch unifies this famous British dish. drenched in malt vinegar and the flavors gain a new dimension: sweet, salty, sour, hearty. Fish and chips is one thing we Yanks haven't perfected yet.

RTC- Even though i disliked my project- immensely- working at Richmond Towers Communication was an amazing experience. I learned quite a bit about the PR world (it's all about appearances which is why it's ruled by leggy blondes) and of the challenges of a research paper (should've planned better, oh well) I'll miss the 3 hour lunch breaks and the friday night cocktails. hell the free Sacla and Hpnotiq didn't hurt either--continuous supplies of scotch kept me popular in the house. But it's the people who made departing so difficult: Rounders, making fun of Jackie, facts of the days. Kyla and Jon made the time in the dungeon bearable and I hope we'll keep in touch.
Also Simon is still awkward but adorable.

The British Bulldogs- they were th easiest to part with since we'll be clustered together in a month, but those Yanks sure do know how to have a good time. Together we've power houred, flipcupped, Pimms happy houred, beer ponged, gone to Galway, Fabriced, sushi rolled, bitched, and had an amazing time. I've made fantastic friends this summer and can't wait to se them again in the fall.

Pubs- drinking is such an integral part of European culture. it amplifies not distracts from the lfie here. You can tell from the packe pubs after work everyday that drinking is a social--not antisocial-- activity. Similarly I'll miss the quality alcohol, cider and ale available here. Best guiness I've had was in Ireland and Stella is king. You know you're in Europe when supermarkets have their own generic booze. Sainsbury Scotch anyone?

Right now I'm in Prague--it's almost 3:30 and Joyce and I are exhausted (I obviously not as much since I'm busy blogging). Our hostel is right on the banks of the Vltava River on its own island. It's absolutely breathtaking. Okie I'm tired now, going to sleep. I'll tag later.

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