Welp, I can officially say my acculturation processing genes have officially gone off-kilter. After two months in London followed by two weeks back in the states my brain doesn’t know which way to look when crossing the street. My instincts are telling me left, right, left BUT my British correction agent is saying, WATCH OUT a double-decker bus, coming at you, from the right!!
It is nice to be back though. While catching up on my BBC news I was intrigued to see how the Brits rang in the New Year. I must say, I have found that the Brits like to shoot off fireworks for everything.
A new mayor was elected…FIREWORKS!
Halloween…FIREWORKS!
Sale at Harrod’s…FIREWORKS!
Bonfire Day…FIREWORKS!
Christmas Eve…FIREWORKS!
Christmas…FIREWORKS!
Tuesday…FIREWORKS!
You get the point.
So while I was in NYC, 5 hours away from celebrating the beginning of 2012, you won’t be surprised to know that this was happening in London…
These Londoners, I tell you, they know how to party.
English word of the day: Car Park = Parking Lot, as in Times Square was like a Car Park on New Year's Eve.
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