Port of Entry: Calais border crossing to Dover
English Border Patrol Agent (BPA): Where are you from?
BPA: What are you doing in Germany?
Ginger: Teaching for a year at a middle school.
BPA: And what are you teaching, exactly?
Ginger: The American language.
BPA: Oh good, if you’d have said you were teaching them English, then there would have been a real problem! (laughs)
Finally! A government employee with a sense of humor! I had forgotten what that was like…
Crossing over, on the ferry: ordering food
Ginger: I’ll have a tea, please. (Barista leaves immediately to serve it…) Actually, what kind do you have? (Hoping for green tea…)
Barista: The milk and sugar are just around the corner. (Brings black tea.)
Ginger: (Ah, naturally.) Right, thanks. (Pays £1,40, adds sugar.)
How silly of me to think that there would be a choice…
Dover: reactions, thoughts
First bout of homesickness: the harbor, boats, and seagulls make me miss Lake Michigan’s open water terribly. (Never mind the fact that in my notes I wrote harbour).
London: reactions, thoughts
Very old English gentlemen who remind me of my grandfather still make me smile to myself. Extra points if they’re smoking a pipe.
Very old English ladies who smell like my grandmother make me tear up, and then smile to myself.
“I laughed until I soiled my breeches.” (Film advertisement on a double decker bus) manages to sound considerably more elegant than “I laughed until I shit my pants”.
First Krispy Kreme in years, £1,20 (1.97 USD) from Tesco. So. Worth. It.
Fish and chips is still damn good — pass the vinegar!