Have discovered why everyone in England has thighs the size of toothpicks: food is abundant when one has no appetite, and mysteriously difficult to access when hunger strikes. Kyle is becoming increasingly bored with "cafe food," the only type of nourishment available to him while I am off learning grand and glorious facts about art and film. Must be rather difficult for a 6 foot athletic young man to live off of croissants and coffees for most of the day.
Yesterday had an awkward situation trying to figure out how/when to eat dinner, as were meeting Caitlin and James for a movie at the Odeon. Decided to look for food before the film, as pubs generally stop serving around 8pm, exactly when we would be out of "The Gran Torino." (Great movie, by the way... acting horrendous but amusing.) Had to look for food at 4pm--awful time to be hungry. Passed one establishment that served food "Wednesday through Saturday, 12-3pm and 5-8pm." Wonderful.
Kept walking down Welford Road for what seemed like a thousand years to Kyle but was really only about 10 minutes to locate Grimsby Fish and Chips joint, but restaurant closed. Got large hot package of fish and chips to go, wrapped in three layers paper. Made it to a sunny bench and tore into package like two hungry beasts. Best fish ever had.
I'm getting kicked now... lovely boyfriend has only had two cheeses and a banana today. On our way to a Latin restaurant. Let's hope it's open!
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An international experience... with some poetic licence.
The Why and Wherefore
This blog is the faithful diary of an American student studying abroad at the University of Leicester in Leicester, England. All blog posts are more or less the truth, with some rephrasing and tightening up to make them more tasteful to readers not present at the time of the incident.
What one might expect of a university student will not be found in this blog. There are no references to drunken parties, admissions of abandoning course work or declarations of falling passionately in love with a local. Instead, it is simply the record of a young, nerdy, early riser who can be found at the gym sweating to no avail, reading a book in the middle of a noisy cafe or sitting in the third row of a Shakespeare play. Apologies.
To old friends and new, this one's for you. (Sorry. Dunk my head in a bucket.)
What one might expect of a university student will not be found in this blog. There are no references to drunken parties, admissions of abandoning course work or declarations of falling passionately in love with a local. Instead, it is simply the record of a young, nerdy, early riser who can be found at the gym sweating to no avail, reading a book in the middle of a noisy cafe or sitting in the third row of a Shakespeare play. Apologies.
To old friends and new, this one's for you. (Sorry. Dunk my head in a bucket.)
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