London Part II

I've had a few days to reflect on my week and get some perspective on it. I wrote down a list of things I wanted to talk about in this blog awhile back, but I may have lost the booklet, so I'm going to have to go off my memory here, which is notoriously unreliable. I will do what I can.

So picking up where I left off, I woke up the next morning after the adventure at like 8am, which was nice because I got a whole 6 hours of sleep. This was my most eventful story of the week. Most of the rest of it consisted of getting up really early to do academic/tourist visits after a night out on the town. The cumulative exhaustion from five consecutive nights of no sleep definitely KO-ed me when I got back Friday at 3am. It was a real deep recovery slumber. But there were a few other notable points from my trip.

I hadn't had a real high fructose corn syrup Mountain Dew in like two months, so when I saw they had them in London, I went a little bananas. Oh sweet syrupy goodness, how I missed thee. Not only did they have real Dew, they had Chipotle. One of like two non-US Chipotles in the entire world, and it was in my city. Needless to say I ate five burritos in five days. I want to say phenomenal, but it might not do it justice. It was identical in flavor, but the satisfaction of eating that first burrito in months was not comparable to most other pleasures I've had in my lifetime. It was a surreal moment. As you can see, I'm a big proponent of burritos.

This leads me to another point. England is the exact same as America. They speak the language, they have all same fast food, they do high fructose corn syrup instead of sugar like the rest of Europe does, they aren't on the Euro (other countries aren't either, but the pound isn't even linked to the Euro like other country's currencies are like the Danish kroner and the Polish zloty), and they are all fat. The only thing that is different is there awesome accents (which are actually 100% sexy) and they drive on the wrong side of the road, which caused many near death experiences crossing the roads. But when you go to London, everything seems so American. We took a train to Wimbledon for an academic visit, and I thought I was in north side Chicago. Unless you go to a super British futbol pub, which I never went to because they are actually rather intimidating, the place is America. In my eyes, it reaffirmed the choice to study in Copenhagen rather than London. The cultural differences between home and London isn't significant at all, and I am really happy I am getting exposure to such a different culture.

But even a better affirmation tool of choice of home abroad is the SCIENTIFIC FACT that British people are ugly and Scandinavians are gorgeous. It is so noticeable in even a casual walk down a street. The beautiful women in London were few and far between, whereas in Denmark they are everywhere.

As I said, I lost my notes, so this is all I can remember for now. I feel much dissonance, I know I had lots more to say. Oh well.


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