But by waiting all this time, I've ensured that I actually have something to write about. So all's well that ends well?
Ahem.
I spent this past weekend in the south of France. I've been before, but this time it was interesting to see it with the new UK perspective.
Europeans, or at least the British, have an entirely different concept of distance from Americans. I can say "Oh, my college isn't too far from my hometown--it's about an hour and a half's drive" and my English friends look at me like I have three heads. Two hours is a harrowing journey. Most locals here have never even been to Scotland, much less Europe, despite the fact that (in my Yankee eyes) it's so close and inexpensive to visit.
What's more, most people have a totally skewed view of how the United States is set up. When Brits (or most foreign visitors, to tell the truth) come to the U.S., they seem to think they can see Florida, New York and California within the course of the week, not realizing that just because those places are in the same country, it doesn't mean they're near one another.
So that is why my closest Brit friend will always tease me for having seen more of his native country than he's done.
