Fish and Chips and Vinegar

Another day has gone by here in Ramsgate - and this time I am actually up to see the sun go down. Yesterday evening I was in bed and asleep before 8:30 PM. But, tonight, I feel as if I have pretty much adjusted to the time zone - both mentally and physically (even though I kept yawning all day!)

This afternoon Stacey, Kurt, Astin, and I went for a walk down into town. It is just absolutly beautiful here. The old houses are gorgeous, the sea is blue and the sky had the most perfect clouds floating in it. The four of us went and had fish and chips at this cute little restaurant were we sat outside. The food was quite wonderful, not something that I would eat everyday, but a good salty fried treat! I think now that I have had fish and chips - I can truly say that I have been a visitor in Great Britain.

Today I discovered some things that I found incredibly weird/I did some things that really made me stand out as being an American. First of all, here the British don't refigerate their eggs!! I can't get over this for the life of me! I never thought that I would say "let me get you an egg out of the cupboard." But no, here that is how they do things. Kurt things that I am strange because I think that eggs need to be kept cold. He asked me if when a chicken lays an egg they find the need to keep it cold. The idea of not keeping eggs cold just baffles me and I get a kick out of it whenever it is brought up. Stace says that it is going to be "an ongoing yolk" between Kurt and I. I just think that the eggs need to be put back in their proper place in the fridge!
Also, today I tried to get in the car on the wrong side, and when I went to cross the street I was looking for cars to come the opposite way than they should here. That really made me feel odd, because if a car had been coming, my looking the wrong way could have gotten me into big trouble!

Late in the afternoon Stacey and I ran a few errands together at the local shopping center. We poked into T.K. Maxx (why they don't call it T.J. Maxx is beyond me...), and we went into the department stores. Things were quite normal, but I felt as if people were doing a double take and looking at me again when I opened my mouth. It is weird to realize that I am the one with the strange accent here.
Then, we came home and Stacey's parents and Kurt's mum came round for dinner. Kurt barbequed hamburgers and chicken kabobs. Stacey also made one of her favorite (and my favorite) salads. It was really nice to have that kind of meal, because it reminded me of home, especially with everyone sitting around the dinner table.

And with that, I am going to stop fighting my body clock and head off to bed. Laila tov!