Saturday, September 20, 2008

The English Riviera


When I think of glistening turquoise water with emerald hills that blend into perfect sandy beaches I generally don't think of England. Somehow our professors managed to find this gem of a contradiction though. Granted the water temperature was just a notch above "organ failure" and it was filled with half-naked Brits before noon (think lots and lots of sun-shy skin and very little amounts of spandex), but it was an absolutely fabulous experience. After spending all day at various breath-taking sights we found shelter at a YMCA in a neighborhood called Alexandra. Naturally it was everything I could have imagined and more. I finally got a taste of what real British food is. We were served noodles (covered in salt and pepper of course) with a sort of sauce that consisted of hamburger meat, stewed tomatoes, corn, peas, green beans and all other canned vegetables available to the cook. Topped with a cheese and an option of ketchup (which I graciously declined). Because I couldn't decide whether it was pasta or stew we called it pewt. And it will forever hold a soft spot in my heart.

2 comments:

Ann said...

The only thing scarier than half-naked Brits are fully-naked Brits. So avoid those. Otherwise, carry on.

Alison said...

Lovin the blog, and finally the real pictures. So glad you had a fun time beaching in London, who would have thought? love.