They All Talk Like Philip!!

Trip Start Jul 28, 2004
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Trip End Sep 21, 2004


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Thursday, July 29, 2004

Made it to England! The flight seemed to fly by, largely because I slept for 5 of the 7 hours. I had no problems at passport control, even though the very presence of an authority figure made me feel that I had done something wrong. I spit out nervous and suspicious-sounding answers to all of their questions, but they finally let me through with a glare that said, "We can't prove it, but we just know you're trying to immigrate!"

Philip met me at the gate with his usual cheerful smile, and proceeded to give me a lovely tour of the Heathrow parking garage while we searched for his car. This would have been even lovelier had I not been carrying the equivalent of a small house on my back. Despite the late hour, the first stop on the Philip Tour was The Anchor, a traditional pub about 2 minutes from his home. His village, Little Paxton, is about 3,000 people small and actually feels a bit like Berryville (but with a better Pub). After meeting Saskia, his Dutch wife, and Max, his 2-year-old son, I adjourned to the guest bedroom to finish the nap I had started on the plane. In the morning, Philip killed the stereotype of bad British food by serving warm, freshly-made bread for my first English breakfast.

First Cultural Faux Pas: I did not realize that when you buy groceries, you bag them yourself. I learned this while standing in line at the grocery store. Philip, after commenting repeatedly on how reserved the English are as compared to Americans, looked at me and said, "Are you just going to stare at your groceries, or are you planning on bagging them?" Alrighty then!
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