Living with the English (part one)

So. I've been in England for almost 2 weeks. And now...I'm actually living here. It's werd and wonderous to be here, not having to leave in a few days.

I'm slowly getting used to the fact that this is now my home. Although England and Denmark are both in the north of Europe, and seemingly similar, they are not.

Of course there're the obvious things like people driving on the other side of the road, another language and remembering to look to the right before crossing the road. But there's more to it than that.

On a mental level, the fact that I don't have a mental map, of the area, in my head. I know where a few towns are, but beyond those, I'm completely lost. In Denmark, I had all the landmarks down, I knew what was around the next corner; here I'm continually puzzled, even if it's in places where I've been several times before.

Same thing goes for architecture. Buildings still look odd. The windows are strange, as are the doors. And instead of the hedges that separate most gardens in Denmark, here it's walls. It feels kinda unwelcoming. Like people are saying "Keep Out".

Queuing in England is a different matter too. Although I got kinda used to it while I was in Scotland, and also on other occasions when visiting T, I still sometimes have to remind myself that here they use they 'snake-queue' system.

And the tea. It's true, the English do like their tea. According to T, the workmen, still working on one of the other buildings here, don't have coffee breaks (as they would've had in Denmark), no, they have tea breaks.

Sunday, August 14, 2005 posted by Wardi @ 9:58 PM