Traveling through time zones is such an odd thing to comprehend. There’s nothing like the invisible force of jet lag to thoroughly kick your ass.
Currently, it’s 11 p.m. here (8 hours ahead of California time) and I’m somewhere in between feeling like a zombie, and being wide awake. I made the mistake of laying down on my bed at 8 p.m. for what I thought would be a 20 minute nap. An hour and a half later, I woke up in my own drool. Mmm, lovely.
Anyhow, I made it to England! Alive, I might add. I got picked up at the airport by around noon here, and drove out to Cobham (I instinctively went to the right side of the car after loading my bags. Mike raised his eyebrows and jokingly asked if I would like to drive. Nooo thank you), where I’m staying with some family friends.
Somehow, despite the jet lag, I donned a borrowed pea coat and managed a brisk, beautiful walk in the countryside, accompanied by Barbara as my personal tour guide. Though year-round rain isn’t ideal to many, the year-round greenery it yields seems like a fair trade. The new banner on the site is a quick shot that I snapped on the walk today.
My hosts, Barbara and Mike, have been great and helped me get my bearings here already. I’m lucky enough to be able to walk a couple minutes to the train station, the market is close by, and there are some truly beautiful back roads to explore running on! Lucky me.
A couple things I have learned within the first 12 hours or-so over here:
- Look both ways before crossing the street. I learned this back in preschool or kindergarten, but the whole driving-on-the-opposite side of the road thing can be harder to remember than you would think. I’ve already almost stepped out into traffic a couple times. Gah.
- There is a ton of history around here, with a lot of the structure of the place resulting from past wars. The flat that I’m at is from Victorian times! And it’s not nearly the oldest around. Brick buildings tend to stick around for awhile, and the English are adamant about preserving them.
- Afternoon tea rocks. Really though, these people have got the right idea. Tea with a bit of cream, and scones (pronounced sc-ahn-es) with homemade jams and fresh cream are great for a delicious pick-me-up. I could get used to this.
All for now. Rambling. Trying to get to bed. Off to explore London tomorrow!
…one more thing. Apparently I never matured past the age where you stop laughing at the word ‘humps.’ Bahaha. I loved this.