My, my, my. Â It’s London out there. Â And in here, really.
I feel like I must have felt on my first day at school. Â My five senses are overloaded with the incoming information. Â Wow, what people wear in this chilly weather! Â 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. Â 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. Â (They also have bread in bags like we are used to, just not in this section.) Â It’s always a mad house at the grocery and they have so many prepared foods here. Â I saw a tv personality saying that not many people cook. Â 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!!