As Alan has mentioned, we didn't do much yesterday. The only thing we did other than our lovely canal walk was hop the train to the next town up and go to another supermarket. I don't know how to explain it other than that we've developed an obsession? Who knows. In any case, I realized that in the grocery store is when I really feel like I'm in a different place altogether.
It's like this: when we're on the train, or at some tourist spot, all of the things that are weird or different just seem like part of the Big Adventure. But when you're in the grocery store, doing something you do all of the time, it is bizarre that everyone around you speaks differently and that some of the food is weird. Like you realize that yeah, this is a place that is not the US and people live here.
The supermarket we went to was like any US supermarket on the first floor, and then there was an escalator up to a second floor where they sold clothes. Imagine Costco, if the food and other stuff were sold in separate rooms. There was also a Marks & Spencer next door which was the same sort of deal- a supermarket connected to a clothing store. I like to imagine the grocery list: eggs, chicken, a blouse...
A few more things of note: English muffins are called white muffins, hamburger buns are called baps, you can buy prawn flavored potato chips, and everyone drives their cart on the left side of the aisle.
We're headed into London today, so tomorrow's post will be much more meaty.
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