Jenspeak

My, my, my.  It’s London out there.  And in here, really.

I feel like I must have felt on my first day at school.  My five senses are overloaded with the incoming information.  Wow, what people wear in this chilly weather!  When I close my eyes, I dream about foreign languages I barely understand. My head is swimming with the thoughts of all the things that must be tied up–bank accounts, a more permanent living situation, a job..
The grocery store shopping carts (trollies) are tiny, but most people use the small hand held baskets to shop with.  Things are not located in the store as an American would expect them to be and there is a patisserie where fresh bread is just sitting on the bare shelf for you to bag.  (They also have bread in bags like we are used to, just not in this section.)  It’s always a mad house at the grocery and they have so many prepared foods here.  I saw a tv personality saying that not many people cook.  I thought that was crazy until I saw how much food is ready to heat and eat.

There’s so much to see-to learn-to understand. I am overwhelmed and proud that I am taking it all in stride. Please bear with me as I figure out the sensible way to to share it with you. It is late and I am charged with getting enough sleep to do the morrow justice. Much love!!