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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:livinginlondon.blog.co.uk,2009-11-09:/</id><title>Good times in the UK</title><link rel="self" href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/"/><subtitle>A blog to keep you all posted on my experiences of life in London.  It'll probably end up containing a ton of pictures, as well as tell you about my adventures and probably point out some of the odder things I've experienced living here in London!  I hope you guys like it!</subtitle><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-09T11:50:35+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:livinginlondon.blog.co.uk,2005-12-07:/2005/12/07/some_thoughts_in_paris~367125/</id><title>Some thoughts in Paris</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/12/07/some_thoughts_in_paris~367125/"/><author><name>kclark33</name></author><published>2005-12-07T11:13:56+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T11:18:06+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Hey everyone!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It's been way too long since I've written anything, hasn't it?  Sorry about that!  I've been really busy - I went to Paris and then to Austria (Salzburg and Vienna), and I'm trying to finish up two essays that total about 32 pages before I head home in less than two weeks!  But, I did write out some stuff when I was in Paris - a sort of travel journal, if you will - that I thought I would share with you guys.  I did it pretty much each night I was there, and it reflects how I was feeling at the time, so I hope you enjoy it!  Maybe someday I'll write a book about my experiences here in Europe and then I'll give all of you signed copies!  Hey - actually, that's not a bad idea.  I think I might kick that idea around.  I'm certainly getting enough material!  And I could talk about it from an American point of view - you know, what it's like to quit your job and move out to a new country and experience brand new things on a (semi) whim.  Ooh!  The possibility intrigues me...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Anyway, this is nothing formal, so don't expect great prose.  I was in various restaurants and bars when I wrote this and didn't expect that I'd be sharing it, so be gentle.  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11-25-05&lt;/strong&gt; (or, as the English and Europeans write it, 25-11-05):&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Approx. 8:30 PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I'm sitting in a bar/cafe called Le Refuge by my hotel in Paris right now.  I haven't eaten much today or had much water, and the beer I ordered (unbeknownst to me at the time), called Desperados, has tequila in it.  I thought it was going to be just like Corona!  Oh well.  I've had about half the bottle and it's going straight to my head.  It's tasty though!  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;  Oh!  They just brought my salad.  It smells and looks &lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt; good!  Gonna take a picture.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_4075.JPG" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_4075_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_4074.JPG" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_4074_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Ok, this salad is SO delicious!  It has chicken, boiled egg, tomatoes, awesome dressing, and (the crowning touch) sauteed potatoes.  Holy merde, this rocks!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I'm so happy right now!  When I left for Paris, I wasn't sure if I would like travelling by myself, but it's been a great experience so far.  I feel confident, and even helped some people get where they needed to go and explained the metro to them (which is just like the tube in England, only I think it's better) even though it was my first day here too.  (They were two other Americans, a mother and son, who were from Irvine.  They won a trip to Europe from Good Day LA!)  Being able to manage and even thrive here by myself, in a country where I don't speak the language very well at all (I didn't know how much I had forgotten or how bad my accent was until I got here and tried to speak French!), has made me feel so capable.  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Paris is so beautiful--when it started snowing (oh man, I just burped so loudly) at the very top of the Eiffel tower, I felt so blessed and happy.  It was simply breathtaking and I felt totally connected to all the other people who were up there.  It was amazing timing...it had been mostly sunny all day, wtih a few storm clouds threatening.  I was in line for almost two hours to get into the Eiffel tower (met some awesome people in line) and there was no rain or snow, although it was &lt;u&gt;cold&lt;/u&gt;.  I got up to the very top of the tower about 30 minutes after I bought my ticket and wandered around inside for a bit, then went outside to look at the view.  I had been out for about two minutes when the snow started falling, very softly.  The intensity picked up so quickly though, until the snow was so thick you couldn't see anything else.  People started cheering and screaming and trying to catch the snow in their mouths.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_4062.JPG" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_4062_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_4065.JPG" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_4065_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Eventually it got too cold and I came back in, and by the time I got to the bottom of the tower and was ready to leave, the snow had stopped.  It was an incredible experience!  The cutest thing happened too - I met an Indian couple that lived in Austin who were really really nice.  We were chatting in line with two exchange students (a girl from Nebraska and a guy from New York) who were studying in Rome.  They had the same idea as me of going to Paris for Thanksgiving.  Anyway, when it started snowing, the Indian woman looked at me and said, "We're having a White Thanksgiving!!"  How cute is that?  Here's a picture of them:&lt;/p&gt;
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	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11-26-05, approx. 6:30 PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It's my 2nd night in Paris, and I am loving it!  I can't believe I only have one more full day before I go back to London--but then I leave for Austria, so it's all good.  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt; Today was a jam-packed day.  I went to the Louvre and saw the Mona Lisa (which the French call La Jaconde).  I found out that Napoleon had the picture removed from the Louvre and hung in his bedroom!  I also saw the Venus de Milo, the Winged Victory, and Louis XIV's coronation crown, along with some of the other royal diamonds).  The crowns and diamonds were a lot like the Crown Jewels in England, but a lot less extravagant.  I went to Versailles last, when the gardens were covered with a beautiful layer of snow, and the palace and its rooms were spectacular to behold.  Versailles is located at the edge of the city so it took a long time to get there, but it was so worth the trip.  I was pretty disappointed with Buckingham Palace, but Versailles was amazing.  There's one part of the palace called the Hall of Battles, which is immense - I bet it's at least the length of a football field, and probably longer! (I found out later that it's 120 meters long.)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The Parisians are delightful--I haven't seen any hints of their so-called rudeness, at least not yet.  I have tried to speak French, but most of them just chuckle and respond in English, although some do use really basic French.  This is such an amazing, vibrant city!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Along with the Louvre and Chateau Versailles, I also went to Sainte-Chappelle.  It claims to have the most amazing collection of stained glass anywhere in Europe (the stained glass dates back to the 13th century), and I would agree!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_4122.JPG" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_4122_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;After that, I went right next door to the Conciergerie.  This was used as a prison until (I think) the early 1900s.  It held Marie-Antoinette just before she was executed, along with Robespierre and lots of other people. I got to see the water pitcher that Marie-Antoinette drank out of right before they guillotined her:&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_4141.JPG" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_4141_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; Oh!  And I went to Notre Dame, where I lit a candle for everyone (I try to do that in all the churches I go into--I did it in San Marcos in Venice too).  That was an amazing cathedral, and when I walked back outside the bells started ringing, which immediately made me think of the hunchback.  You can go up to the bell tower, but I didn't...it cost extra and one of the exchange students told me it was 300 steps!  But, maybe I'll do it if I come back...
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/12/07/some_thoughts_in_paris~367125/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:livinginlondon.blog.co.uk,2005-11-14:/2005/11/14/an_update_on_the_police_hats_here~306538/</id><title>An update on the police hats here</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/11/14/an_update_on_the_police_hats_here~306538/"/><author><name>kclark33</name></author><published>2005-11-14T11:59:13+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T11:59:13+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Hey everyone,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I forgot to put this in the last entry, so I thought I'd just put it here.  On Friday night, I went out with this guy I had met to get some drinks (and to see a movie, but we couldn't find the movie theater and by the time we did, the movie had already been playing for about 30 minutes).  It was pouring rain, so I did get a chance to test out my new umbrella, which worked perfectly!  You see, when I first got here, I bought an umbrella for about 2 pounds at this little pharmacy just to hold me over until I found a better one.  The umbrella was so small it didn't even cover all of my head, so it basically didn't do any good.  And, every time the wind blew, it would flip inside out.  I hate that umbrella.  But, I did have my rain coat, so I mostly didn't use the brolly (as they're called here).  However, I was in central london last week and I passed by a Timberlands, and figured they might have a bigger, better brolly.  So, I went in - and lo and behold!  They had this umbrella that was supposed to be able to withstand wind gusts and would never flip inside out!  It was 20 pounds, but I bought it, and it worked really well on Friday night!  I was really happy!  And, it's much bigger too, which means that my whole head stays dry (I swear with the other one, I had to decide which part of my head I was willing to sacrifice to the rain - usually I picked the back)!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;But, I digress...what was I talking about?  Oh yeah - so anyway, after realizing that the movie wasn't going to happen, we went in to get some dinner and drinks at this nice place called Brown's.  Now, here's the kicker - this guy is a cop for London's metropolitan police, which means he has to wear the ridiculous hats (I have some pictures a few entries below, if you've forgotten what they look like).  Of course, I've been wondering how they stay on their heads, and I know you've been wondering too, Kelly!  I couldn't pass the opportunity up - I had to ask them.  As soon as I did, he turned bright red and said, "Please, let's not talk about the hats."  Poor guy!  But then he told me that they actually don't stay on.  Apparently every time they go to run after someone, the hat flies off and they have to go back and find it.  He's lost his a few times and they just issue them new ones without questions.  So what I'm wondering is, why don't they just accept that the hats need a complete overhaul, since clearly form and function are both lacking??  Maybe I can submit some ideas to whoever's in charge?  But then again, I would hate to see those hats go - they do make me giggle whenever I see them!  Yeah, they need to stay...but maybe they could add a chin strap or something to them so that they don't fly off?  I dunno...just an idea...
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/11/14/an_update_on_the_police_hats_here~306538/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:livinginlondon.blog.co.uk,2005-11-14:/2005/11/14/could_it_be~306492/</id><title>Could it be??</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/11/14/could_it_be~306492/"/><author><name>kclark33</name></author><published>2005-11-14T11:33:03+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T11:35:26+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;As I sit down to type this (at 10:16 AM), it's 37 degrees outside.  Sunny, but still - THIRTY-SEVEN F!*%ING DEGREES!  Of course, about 8 minutes ago it was 34 degrees, so maybe it'll keep warming up.  Still, 10:15 in the morning...in my opinion, it should be a LOT warmer than that.  That's it - I'm moving to Italy!  Or Spain...or Greece...I'll let you guys know once I get there!  My decision will be based solely on temperature.  Haha - if only!  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I have some really good news - this guy I was talking to told me that there are two really good Mexican restaurants in London.  Apparently they're new...anyway, I'm definitely going to go check them out!  He told me what streets they're on and everything, and apparently one of them has salsa dancing on the weekends too!  I'm so excited!  I hope they're actually good!  They've got to be, right?  I think I've told some of you - if someone came up to me with Taco Bell or Del Taco right now, I'd think it was the best Mexican food I'd ever tasted - that's how much I'm willing to accept even the semblance of Mexican food!  Haha - this has been proving difficult for me, can you tell?  I guess I'll move to Spain - it's bound to have the most similar to Mexican food of all the places in Europe, and I clearly can't live without.  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So, last night Taiwo cooked a traditional Nigerian meal for Kurt and I.  It was awesome!  He was so funny though - the chili powder he was adding got away from him a little bit and he ended up dumping in 2 or 3 times as much as he meant to.  It wasn't too spicy though!  I loved it - the first dish was this rice that he had combined with this stew of tomatoes and minced beef and seasonings and chili peppers, and then he made this thing with boiled (but seasoned) yams (and this was the biggest yam I've ever seen!), some meat, and then this fried egg/mackerel/stew thing.  Really really good.  He was so nervous as to whether Kurt and I would like it - it was so cute!  He had just come back from his parents house, and he said his mom was giving him last-minute pointers and stuff.  I tried to get Kurt to say he'd cook some traditional Italian dish, but he wasn't really going for it.  Ah well...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So, I think I'm going to go for a run pretty soon, so I better get going.  Classes start back up today after a week off.  Dammit!  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;  I only have one class today at 4, but I just don't feel like going.  The walk back is so cold!  But, I'll bundle up a ton and carry some tissue (since my nose runs like mad when it's cold, I've found) and I'll be all set.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Ooh, Harry Potter opens on Friday!  I'm so excited!!!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Oh, one other thing - I'm going to go snowboarding soon!  I've been trying to find people to go with, but everyone keeps telling me they've never been and would be too nervous, so I'm just going to go.  If anyone has any good tips for me, let me know - some guy told me to keep my knees bent at all times, but if there's anything else, let me know.  I have a feeling I'll just be falling a lot, though!  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;  I'll definitely let you guys know how it goes!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Kristin
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/11/14/could_it_be~306492/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:livinginlondon.blog.co.uk,2005-11-10:/2005/11/10/it_happened_again~297727/</id><title>It happened again!!!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/11/10/it_happened_again~297727/"/><author><name>kclark33</name></author><published>2005-11-10T18:06:13+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T18:06:13+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Hi everyone!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It is so cool in Central London right now - they're starting to decorate for Christmas (I guess that since they don't have Thanksgiving here, they don't need to worry about decorating for any holidays in between Halloween and Christmas).  They've strung lights up all over Central London, and decorated them in all sorts of ways.  I wish I had my camera today so I could have gotten some pictures, but I'll definitely go back and get some another time.  Anyway, on Oxford Street (in Oxford Circus, which is a pretty major area), they have lights and these big metal things that they've attached some of the characters of Ice Age (the movie) to.  It looks really cool - it's done in blues and purples and it's just amazing!  And the window decorations at Harrod's are being changed over to Christmas, which is awesome.  It reminds me of this man's house we used to go see every year when I was little.  His name was Mr. Johnson (I think) and he decorated his yard with moving figures and statues and all sorts of awesome things - tons of people would come and look at it.  It was a very nice feeling to see those things today and be reminded of his house - very nostalgic.  Mom/Dad, if you guys read this, can you tell me if his name really was Mr. Johnson?  I can't remember for sure!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Ok, now on to the reason I called this entry what I did.  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;  Here's what happened - I'm supposed to go out with this guy I met named Nathan tomorrow night to a place called Canary Wharf.  He's lived in London all his life, so should be familar with the area, right?  Anyway, we were talking, and he KNEW I lived in London, and guess what he asked me?  WHAT CITY I LIVED IN!!!!!  It was all I could do not to burst out laughing - but I managed to keep semi-calm and told him that I lived in London, and he said, "Yep, but what CITY?"  I promise you, this truly did happen!  Turns out that he wanted to know what borough I live in (I didn't even know London was divided into boroughs) - apparently I live in Tower Hamlets borough, in the city of London.  That's right - the CITY OF LONDON!  Because LONDON IS A CITY!  I wonder if he's ever met the FedEx lady that asked me what city I wanted to mail the package to?  Oh, and rest assured - if you write London on the package, it will get here - you don't need to put Tower Hamlets on at all (just the postcode, the address, the city, and the country).  Haha - what a chuckle that turned out to be!  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Kristin
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/11/10/it_happened_again~297727/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:livinginlondon.blog.co.uk,2005-11-01:/2005/11/01/a_pressing_question~277022/</id><title>A pressing question!!!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/11/01/a_pressing_question~277022/"/><author><name>kclark33</name></author><published>2005-11-01T23:50:35+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T23:50:35+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Have you heard of the saying, "A leopard can't change his spots"?  I'm currently reading a work from 1789, that contains 29 letters that a lady wrote to various people regarding God and Methodism.  In one of the letters, she says that God can "change a leper's spots."  So, here's the pressing question: Was the original saying about lepers, and it changed to leopards later?  Do lepers have spots (I didn't think they did, but I don't know much about leprosy)?  Did the saying just change because someone didn't repeat it correctly?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;If anyone knows the answer to this, please let me know!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Thanks,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Kristin
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/11/01/a_pressing_question~277022/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:livinginlondon.blog.co.uk,2005-11-01:/2005/11/01/i_guess_we_aren_t_in_kansas_anymore_toto~276812/</id><title>I guess we aren't in Kansas anymore, Toto...</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/11/01/i_guess_we_aren_t_in_kansas_anymore_toto~276812/"/><author><name>kclark33</name></author><published>2005-11-01T22:13:05+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T22:16:01+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I don't know about you guys, but when I was in elementary school (probably around 3rd or 4th grade), my teacher decided to do this thing where she gave everyone in the class a fake checkbook, told us we had $100 in our account, and told us that we had to spend it but we couldn't spend more than what we had.  I think we had a little list of things we could "buy," and the idea was to teach us how to write checks and balance checkbooks, at least as far as our little minds could comprehend.  That means, for the past 18 years, I have at least had a vague idea of how to write a check.  It almost seemed instinctual - until today.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I had to give my landlord rent today, so I whipped out my brand-new Barclay's checkbook, confident and ready to handle my business.  Only problem was, the checks looked totally different from what I'm used to.  None of my housemates were home, so I sat for a minute and tried to figure out what to do.  Finally, after staring at the lines on the check, I decided to swallow my pride, call the bank, and get them to walk me through the whole thing.  After some initial confusion, the rep who answered the phone finally understood what I needed.  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;"Just write the payee on the first line, the amount on the next line, and cross the check", he told me.  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Right, I can do that!  Payee: Robert Ingram.  First line.  A-ok.  2nd line: write the amount out in words.  Easy as pie.  I already figured out that you write the amount in numerals in the box with the pound sign.  And just cross the check - wait a minute.  Cross the check?  What the hell does that mean?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Of course, I asked him what it meant - he told me that if you don't cross the check, anyone can cash it, but if you do cross the check, only the person whose name is in the payee line can cash/deposit it.  Alright, fine, I definitely need to cross that bad boy.  But how?  It took him a while to understand that I didn't know how to cross the check, but finally he was able to tell me that you simply put two lines vertically somewhere on the check and write "Account Payee" in between the lines.  And hey, that had already been done on my check when they printed it!  Woohoo!!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I signed my check, then just asked him where the memo line was so I could say what the check is for (a record of rent, you know).  Except, it appears that British checks don't have a memo line.  Sigh.  At least my check is pre-crossed.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;After all the lines had been sufficiently filled out, I thanked him profusely and hung up.  I wonder if that will be one of the calls they recorded to use for training purposes?  I'd love to get a copy of that one!  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/11/01/i_guess_we_aren_t_in_kansas_anymore_toto~276812/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:livinginlondon.blog.co.uk,2005-10-31:/2005/10/31/why~274303/</id><title>Why?</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/10/31/why~274303/"/><author><name>kclark33</name></author><published>2005-10-31T22:08:24+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T22:08:24+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Ok, I'm used to the usual warnings that you come across in the USA...you know, the ones that say, "Plastic bags can be dangerous.  To avoid suffocation, keep this bag away from babies and small children." (That's taken off a bag that I have here - slightly misleading, though, since I assume that the real way to avoid suffocation is by not putting the bag on your head - it has nothing to do with the proximity of babies and small children...but I digress).  Or the usual warnings that cigarettes are dangerous and known to cancer (over here there's a simple warning: "Cigarettes kill.")  I can accept those sorts of warnings, although they do sometimes make you wonder.  But lately, I've seen a few signs that have really made me question the future of the human race...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;There was one in Italy, right up by a big public fountain in San Marcos Square (we're not talking a drinking fountain, folks, we're talking the kind of fountain you throw pennies into, and that aren't the cleanest things around).  It said, "DO NOT wash your face or feet in this fountain."  Um, wouldn't that be a foregone conclusion?  But no, it wasn't - since I counted at least three people washing their hands/faces in the fountain water (tourist people, not homeless people), and saw two different tourists filling up their drinking water bottles in the fountain water.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And then there was a sign today, in a large and well-traveled area of the London Underground (the tube).  It said, in big letters: This area is under video surveillance.  ANYONE who urinates in this area will be dealt with by the police.  Ok, how many people have urinated in that area?  And why aren't there any signs telling people not to let their little kids pee in water bottles on the tube?  I mean, where do we draw the line?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And finally, their was the one that said, "Beware of kerb" with a picture of a person tripping over a curb (oh, excuse me - kerb).  That one, though, I didn't notice until AFTER I had tripped over the curb...  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;One more cool sign: in Pompeii, there were signs on the front of peoples' houses that said "Cave Canem".  In Latin, that means "Beware of dog".  Pretty cool that they had that sign all the way back then, huh?
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/10/31/why~274303/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:livinginlondon.blog.co.uk,2005-10-30:/2005/10/30/places_to_see~271743/</id><title>Places to see</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/10/30/places_to_see~271743/"/><author><name>kclark33</name></author><published>2005-10-30T20:06:37+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T20:07:44+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Hey everyone,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I've come up with a list of all the countries I want to see in my life.  Here they are (at least the ones I can think of tonight - the list might change and grow as I get older):&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;USA (ok, ok, that's just a freebie to get the list rolling)&lt;br&gt;
England (mission certainly accomplished there)&lt;br&gt;
Scotland (including Loch Ness)&lt;br&gt;
Ireland (always been my dream to go there)&lt;br&gt;
Italy (woohoo!)&lt;br&gt;
Spain (will definitely be there next year)&lt;br&gt;
Austria (will be there in about a month!)&lt;br&gt;
France (again - will be there next year!)&lt;br&gt;
Switzerland (going to try to make this before I move back to the States)&lt;br&gt;
Sweden (and hopefully Norway and Finland)&lt;br&gt;
Canada (Vancouver and Ottawa)&lt;br&gt;
Australia (seems like it would be a blast - I considered going there for my master's rather than the UK)&lt;br&gt;
New Zealand (ever since I saw the pictures my Dad took there, I've wanted to go)&lt;br&gt;
Iceland (it seems like it would it be fun)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I bet I'm leaving some out, so I'll probably update this list again.  Check out the entry I just did below, too - it has some pics of the Christmas markets in Austria!  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Kristin
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/10/30/places_to_see~271743/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:livinginlondon.blog.co.uk,2005-10-30:/2005/10/30/it_was_a_dark_and_stormy_night~271652/</id><title>It was a dark and stormy night...</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/10/30/it_was_a_dark_and_stormy_night~271652/"/><author><name>kclark33</name></author><published>2005-10-30T19:36:03+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T19:58:51+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;It's been a while since I posted anything, for which I apologize.  As I write this, it's about 6:00, completely dark outside, in the mid-50s, and it has been raining on and off most of the day.  I still have Redlands set as the location for msn, and it shows that it's 77 degrees there - a far cry from what I'm getting used to!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So, I have some really exciting news: I found round-trip plane tickets from London to Austria for 2.99 GPB (which equates to about $5.50).  I'm so excited!  Needless to say, I couldn't pass that up - I'll be going to Austria December 2nd through the 5th, with my flatmate Caroline.  I think we'll land in Salzburg, spend some time there checking out the local sights (especially the Christmas markets), and then take a train to Vienna for a bit.  I'm attaching a few pictures of some of the Christmas markets so you can see what they look like - they're supposed to be amazing!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/xmas_market.jpg" border="0" alt="Christmas Market"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/christmas_market.jpg" border="0" alt="Christmas Market"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I can't wait!  I also found some flight/hotel packages to Barcelona, with flights about 20 pounds roundtrip, and 4 star hotels for 11 pounds per night.  It pays to travel in the off-season, I guess!  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Speaking of traveling, as most of you know, I just got back from Italy.  Talk about an incredibly beautiful place - the Amalfi Coast (in Southern Italy) and Venice are some of the most amazing places I've ever been!  I went with Kelly, so it was a blast.  So many stories, I don't even know where to begin.  There were a few highlights, though...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I think most of you saw the sequence of me feeding the pigeons.  I saw other people doing this in San Marcos Square, and of course I wanted to do it too.  I figured that I had fed swans in Hyde Park in London, so why not feed pigeons in San Marcos Square in Venice?  Righhhtttt...well, it sounds good in theory, doesn't it?  So, I traipse over to the guy selling the pigeon food.  They were in cute little paper bags, that were sealed so the food wouldn't spill out.  I truly don't even know what kind of food it was - I have a vague recollection of some kind of seeds or nuts or something, but to be honest, that whole experience is really just a blur.  After I got the food, I started to walk back towards Kelly so she could get some good pictures.  All was still calm at that point (I'm putting some pictures in to help illustrate the events that happened, and to help me piece it together for myself, but it isn't all of them - there are more of the pigeon sequence on kodakgallery.com)...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3447_01.JPG" title="Pigeons #1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3447_01_small.jpg" border="0" alt="Pigeons #1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Before I had gone very far (maybe about 5 steps?), I was struck by a mass of swarming pigeons.  I don't think it's too much of an exaggeration to liken them to sharks that have smelled blood and are in a feeding frenzy, except the sharks might be more docile.  A pigeon landed on my hand, and I shrieked and shook it off.  A few more landed on my back, my shoulders, and my head, and one jumped on my hand and started ripping at the food (this was all before I had opened the food packet, mind you).&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3448_01.JPG" title="Pigeons #2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3448_01_small.jpg" border="0" alt="Pigeons #2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3450.JPG" title="Pigeons #3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3450_small.jpg" border="0" alt="Pigeons #3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3452.JPG" title="Pigeons #4"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3452_small.jpg" border="0" alt="Pigeons #4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I ripped the food packet open and dropped most of the food on the ground.  I was surrounded by pigeons - I think they came from Japan, Italy, England, the U.S. - everywhere! - to get this food.  I think the entire pigeon population of the world was gathered around me at that moment.  I panicked that I wouldn't be able to break free of them, but somehow (and I really don't know how) I got out.  I was sweating so much and my heart was going a mile a minute - for those of you who have ever gone with me to Knotts Scary Farm, it was like I had just come out of one of those horrible mazes you have to go through where people jump out at you.  But, somehow, I made it out of that madness - older, wiser, and a little more worldly, but absolutely thrilled to be alive (as you can see from the look on my face in the last picture, escaping the unruly mob was a joyous moment)!  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3454.JPG" title="Pigeons #5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3454_small.jpg" border="0" alt="Pigeons #5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3455.JPG" title="Pigeons #6"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3455_small.jpg" border="0" alt="Pigeons #6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;That is certainly a moment I'll never forget...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The other memorable story I want to share with you guys involves the purchase of a knock-off Louis Vuitton purse.  There are guys selling knock-off bags everywhere in Venice.  They have Prada, LV, Gucci - you name it, they have it.  At one point, I stopped to show Kelly one of the purses, just to see if we could figure out how to easily tell if it was a knock-off or not, and of course the purse seller immediately came over.  He told me he'd give me the purse for 40 euros, and I said no, I was just looking.  He started picking up other purses, and I told him I didn't want them.  Then, he asked me how much I would pay for the purse.  I looked at Kelly, and then I remember panicking because I didn't want the purse but I didn't want to offend him (odd, I know, but he put me on the spot - what can I say?).  I hemmed and hawed while he stood there, and finally blurted out "20 euros".  "Done!" he said, and went to get a bag.  I asked Kelly what he was doing, and she told me she thought he was selling me the purse.  Rather than just telling him I didn't want it (that would have offended him, and I still didn't quite know what was happening), I started digging in my purse for money.  Between us, Kelly and I must have had about 20.12 euros, which we scrounged up after several minutes of desperation.  I gave him the 20 euros, and the bag was mine!  I still don't quite know what happened or how I ended up with the purse, but I did.  As you can see, I was pretty confused...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3468.JPG" title="Confusion"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3468_small.jpg" border="0" alt="Confusion"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Oh - and the purse I have has yellow stitching on it and is a bit darker than the typical one, so I think that's how you can tell a knock-off from the real thing.  There may be other ways, but I'm not going to investigate any further.  Strangely enough, after I bought the purse, the purse sellers started yelling out to me to come look at their stuff, whereas before they had left me mostly alone.  Apparently I had sucker written all over me.  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;P.S.  I am trying to upgrade my membership on this blog so I can post more photos.  It's 3.99 Euros/month, but when I try to pay, everything comes up in German.  I have no idea why, since the rest of this site is completely in English and the payment is through paypal.  I wonder if I'll be able to figure it out!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/10/30/it_was_a_dark_and_stormy_night~271652/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:livinginlondon.blog.co.uk,2005-10-13:/2005/10/13/home_improvement~232241/</id><title>Home improvement</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/10/13/home_improvement~232241/"/><author><name>kclark33</name></author><published>2005-10-13T14:46:30+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T15:05:33+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Hey everyone,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I've made a few additions and improvements to my room to make it a bit more of "my space."  I'm attaching some pictures of the new look!  My dad is an awesome photographer and he told me he was going to send me some prints, so when those come I'll put those up as well.  I can't wait!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Hope you are all doing really well!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3342_01.JPG" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3342_01_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3343_01.JPG" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3343_01_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3344_01.JPG" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3344_01_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3346_01.JPG" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3346_01_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/10/13/home_improvement~232241/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:livinginlondon.blog.co.uk,2005-10-13:/2005/10/13/meeting_london_s_finest~231406/</id><title>Meeting London's finest...</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/10/13/meeting_london_s_finest~231406/"/><author><name>kclark33</name></author><published>2005-10-13T01:07:24+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T15:01:26+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Hello again!  I'm making up for lost time on this blog, that's for sure!  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;  But, it's been quite interesting around here lately, as I'm sure you can see...sometime last week, Kelly and I were over in Covent Garden and decided to stop and get some coffee (well, she got coffee and I got a diet coke, since try as I might, I don't really like coffee).  It was about 7:30 at night at this time - not late at all.  We came to this restaurant/cafe (if Uncle Larry or Katie are reading this, the restaurant we went to was Garfunkels - ah yes, good old Garfunkels).  We decided to go there because we wanted to sit outside.  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Here's where it starts to get weird.  There was this old man slumped over face down in vomit at one of the tables.  It was DISGUSTING.  Anyway, we were looking at him and we couldn't tell whether or not he was breathing (the manager of the place had called an ambulance, because nobody knew what was going on).  Since we couldn't tell whether or not he was breathing, of course I was positive that he wasn't and I was trying not to panic and also trying really hard not to laugh, because there was NOTHING funny about the situation.  So anyway, finally these police cars pulled up because I guess here they send the police out before the ambulance.  These two cops (one of whom was, as they say, quite fit) got out and went over to the old man.  Apparently he was alive and just really, really, really drunk.  Then two more cops come up, and this guy in plain clothes who was also a cop.  One of the cops asked this guy in plain clothes what he was looking at, but I thought he was talking to me so I got really scared.  He wasn't though, he was talking to the other guy and just joking around, and then they all saw how scared I got and the cute cop winked at me and told me not to worry, the other guy was a cop and they were just kidding around.  (Sorry if that was confusing, I was confused too.)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Anyway, the cops finally managed to wake the guy up and he started trying to get up and when they tried to get him to sit back down, he tried to throw them off!  I felt like we were on a Cops episode taking place in Chattanooga, Tennessee!  They pushed him back down and he started pushing his chair backwards towards us, and I got really scared that he was going to throw his jacket (which had vomit on it) and it was going to land on me, at which point I would've begun screaming and jumping up and down.  Luckily, though, he didn't throw his jacket.  Anyway, the cops were chatting with us while they held him down.  They were trying to make it so they didn't have to arrest him, and they were being pretty cool - much nicer than cops in the States would have been.  Anyhoo, these two other cops came up, and they had the funniest hats on and I started laughing out loud because they looked so funny to me!  I'll attach a picture of what they look like (it's the hats that crack me up, because they cover most of their faces and don't stay on properly when the bobbies start running).  Anyway, eventually the drunk guy got really mad and started yelling at the cops that they were responsible for the war in Iraq and they've killed 200,000 people, then he passed out again.  I think they got mad and decided to arrest him, so they called the paddy wagon and had to throw him in there, and then they all left, but we all waved at each other - we definitely made some friends!  I've never seen anyone get arrested like that before!  Very interesting stuff...and the cops here don't appear to carry guns, either!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/met_hat_01.jpg" border="0" alt="A traditional bobby hat"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/met_hat1_01.jpg" border="0" alt="Bobby with the traditional hat"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/10/13/meeting_london_s_finest~231406/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:livinginlondon.blog.co.uk,2005-10-12:/2005/10/12/chestnuts_roasting_on_an_open_fire~230066/</id><title>Chestnuts roasting on an open fire!!!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/10/12/chestnuts_roasting_on_an_open_fire~230066/"/><author><name>kclark33</name></author><published>2005-10-12T13:09:31+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T13:09:31+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Hey guys!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I forgot to mention that on Sunday I went to the British museum with Kelly and came across a guy roasting chestnuts on an open fire!  I've never seen that before, and when he realized that we were from Southern California, he insisted we try some for free.  They were pretty good, actually...the only thing that we decided they needed was cinnamon, sugar, and cream.  Mmm....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3278.JPG" title="Chestnuts roasting on an open fire"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3278_small.jpg" border="0" alt="Chestnuts roasting on an open fire"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/10/12/chestnuts_roasting_on_an_open_fire~230066/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:livinginlondon.blog.co.uk,2005-10-12:/2005/10/12/the_latest_incidents~230062/</id><title>The latest incidents...</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/10/12/the_latest_incidents~230062/"/><author><name>kclark33</name></author><published>2005-10-12T13:05:32+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T13:05:32+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Man, it's been a while since my last entry, hasn't it?  Oh well - I'm sure you'll all forgive me for that!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So anyway, I have two new incidents to report today.  I'll just quickly tell you the first one: as I was walking home from school today, I passed by 4 little old women (they were probably between 80 and 85), and all of them were walking two dogs each.  Cute scene, I thought - the funny thing, though, is that all of them were walking pit bulls!  It took me by surprise, that's for sure!  Wish I had my camera.  There are actually tons of pit bulls around here...they must not have the same stigma attached to them that they do in the States.  The dogs were all super cute and seemed well behaved, but it would have been so cool to get a picture of these women with them!  Each woman was probably no more than 5' 2'' and not more than 100 pounds - they were little people!  The funniest part of it was that when I saw them, they were right underneath a sign for "Elderly people xing."  The sign had a picture of two old people with canes hobbling across the street - it's much like a sign you might see in front of a school warning you that there are children crossing.  I should try to snag a sign and send it back for someone to put up on Yucaipa Blvd.!  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So now, on to incident 2.  This will illustrate how, although it took me quite a while, I've finally learned my lesson regarding England and Mexican food.  I know, I know - this has become an issue.  But when there is literally no Mexican food anywhere, you start to crave it and you're willing to do anything to get it.  It's a bit like drugs, I suppose?  Anyway, I noticed on this pizza delivery menu that the pizza place will also make and deliver burritos.  Let me give you the description off the menu:&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;A large flour tortilla filled with Chicken, Cheese, and Onion, deep fried and topped with a strip of Guacamole, Sour Cream, &amp; Salsa.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The picture next to it looked really good, so I decided to give it a whirl and have them deliver a burrito.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I called the place and tried to order the burrito.  Unfortunately, the person who answered the phone doesn't speak American English, so he finally had to transfer me to the manager.  (It was at that point, Kelly, that I texted you to let you know that I miss being able to talk to people who speak my version of English).  Anyway, after about 15 minutes of trying to explain to them what I wanted (they forgot that burritos were on the menu, which should have been my first clue about how bad it was going to be - apparently it's the least popular item on the menu), we settled on the fact that I wanted a chicken burrito and a can of soda.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;About 30 minute later, I heard this loud crash outside.  I went to the door and there was the delivery person standing on the curb looking at his motorcycle, which was laying on its side half on the curb and half on the street.  And there at the top of the motorcycle was a big letter L - which means "Learner" here; you can put the L on your car or motorcycle when you're learning to drive.  Apparently he doesn't have his stopping down very well.  Anyway, when he noticed me at the door he came over and gave me my burrito.  It came to a total of 5 pounds and 55 pence, so I gave him a 20 pound note.  He gave me back my change in coins, and miscounted it (I didn't realize this until later), so I ended up with almost 17 pounds worth of 50 pence pieces and a few pound coins.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I took my burrito in to my room and took a bite - the bloody thing was full of molten velveeta cheese and a big strip of onion, but that's all.  It was so hot it literally burned skin off the top of my mouth.  And, since there's no ice around here, I had to use lukewarm soda to try and cool my mouth down!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Anyway, as you can see, I have learned my lesson.  From here on out, I'm only going to get Indian food if I order any food at all, and for the most part I'm just going to stick with making my own.  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/10/12/the_latest_incidents~230062/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:livinginlondon.blog.co.uk,2005-10-03:/2005/10/03/a_short_dictionary_of_british_terms~214158/</id><title>A short dictionary of British terms</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/10/03/a_short_dictionary_of_british_terms~214158/"/><author><name>kclark33</name></author><published>2005-10-03T15:36:27+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T13:10:35+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Hey everyone,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I'm finally starting to catch on to some British phrases, and thought I'd share some of what I've learned with all of you, in case you ever find yourself in the UK without a good British/American translation dictionary.  Here they are, in no particular order...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;-Kristin&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take-away&lt;/strong&gt;: Taking your food to go&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Little person (or small person)&lt;/strong&gt;: A little kid or a toddler&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Ground floor&lt;/strong&gt;: What I would call the first floor&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;First floor&lt;/strong&gt;: What I would call the second floor&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Snogging&lt;/strong&gt;: To make out with someone&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Shagging&lt;/strong&gt;: Thanks to Austin Powers, I was well aware of this one, but it's hilarious to actually hear people use it in real life!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Partner&lt;/strong&gt;: How people here refer to their significant other, if they aren't married to them.  It doesn't have the same connotation as in America.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Bloody&lt;/strong&gt;: I think this is actually on a similar level to F***.  Not sure, but it's pretty fun to say, so I do employ it on occassion.  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Asian&lt;/strong&gt;: People here use this to refer to people from India and areas around there.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Half-eight&lt;/strong&gt;: 8:30 (could also be half-seven, half-six, etc.)&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Mate&lt;/strong&gt;: Your buddy&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Bloke&lt;/strong&gt;: Some random guy&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Bloody hell!&lt;/strong&gt;: WTF&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;That guy is fit&lt;/strong&gt;: That guy is really hot.  It doesn't, however, work to call someone a "fitty" like you might call them a hottie - trust me on this point.  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Ok, I think that's most of them.  Oh!  One more - a &lt;strong&gt;fanny&lt;/strong&gt; here is, well, what you would call a woman's, um, private areas.  So, if you do happen to travel to the UK and you are looking to buy a fanny pack kind of thing to hold your stuff while you go around, you probably shouldn't go into a store and ask them if they sell fanny packs.  It might not go over to well...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/10/03/a_short_dictionary_of_british_terms~214158/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:livinginlondon.blog.co.uk,2005-10-01:/2005/10/01/cravings~211150/</id><title>Cravings...</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/10/01/cravings~211150/"/><author><name>kclark33</name></author><published>2005-10-01T17:39:51+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T17:42:11+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I knew that this was going to happen, but I didn't know it was going to be this bad.  I'm having the worst cravings for Mexican food - Oscars, Chipotles, Casa Maya (sort of Mexican food)...I'd even go to Las Brasas in Redlands at this point (and normally I wouldn't touch that place with a 10-foot pole)!  Before I left, I actually told the people at Chipotle's that I was moving so they wouldn't worry about me.  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;  I'm also craving Red Robin like nobody's business!  And diet coke - not Coca-cola light (which is what they have over here).  And even Gatorade - they don't sell it here!  And, as many of you know, macaroni and cheese.  Will the cravings eventually subside?  That remains to be seen...  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Kristin
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/10/01/cravings~211150/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:livinginlondon.blog.co.uk,2005-09-30:/2005/09/30/what_have_i_gotten_myself_into~209918/</id><title>What have I gotten myself into??</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/09/30/what_have_i_gotten_myself_into~209918/"/><author><name>kclark33</name></author><published>2005-09-30T19:31:58+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T18:24:46+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Hey everyone,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Ok, here's my second real post.  Hopefully you guys can just bookmark this blog and then check back frequently - not sure if that's how it works, or if it sends an email when I post a new blog.  Anyway, we'll see how it works.  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Anyway, life in London has its ups and downs.  I think I told some of you about my attempt to order nachos...I figured they'd come with melted cheese, maybe some sour cream, maybe some pico de gallo...you know, basic nachos.  Ha!  Yeah right - when they came out, the cheese was only partially melted, but being a trooper (and VERY hungry), I decided to just deal with that.  I took a chip that had cheese and some sour cream on it, took a bite, only to realize that it wasn't sour cream, it was yogurt!  Yep, they put yogurt on the nachos instead of sour cream; apparently they had run out of sour cream and figured that would be a good substitute.  You know, one time when I was little we didn't have any milk so I put apple juice in my cereal, thinking that would be a good substitute.  Let's just say that it didn't work for the cereal, and the yogurt idea didn't work for the nachos.  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Oh!  And then there was the businessman on the tube with the lobster sticking out of his pocket.  That was an interesting one.  And the cafe owner who sat down at my table and ate half of my french fries while talking to me, without asking!  Never a dull moment, I tell ya...  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;But, I do love being here - London itself is an amazing city, and the countryside in the UK is unbelievably beautiful.  There's so much history here, and I've been really lucky with the weather so far.  I had almost a full month before classes started (they just started this week), so I had plenty of time to be a tourist.  Now that classes have started, though, it looks like my touristing (is that a word?  Hmm...I guess I just made it one, didn't I?) is going to have to be put on hiatus.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;My classes this semester (keep in mind that the school picked these for me; I didn't have a choice) are:&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;1) The Business of Religion&lt;br&gt;
2) Resources for Research&lt;br&gt;
3) Sociability&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Each class only meets once a week for 2 hours, and the rest of the time is my own.  They also have a lot of "optional" seminars that we're strongly encouraged to go to.  It actually feels like the whole business of Flair in Office Space - if you really really want me to go to all of these, make them mandatory.  Calling them optional when they aren't?  C'mon, people...  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So anyway, I've already learned some interesting things in my classes.  For example, my business of religion prof kept talking about The Civil War.  Of course, this conjured up images of Abe Lincoln and the South in all their ridiculousness for me.  About an hour into the class, however, I realized that, since we were talking about Methodists in Britain in the 1750s, talking about the American Civil War didn't make much sense.  So wait a minute, did that mean that the English had a Civil War too?  Turns out they did, the crazy nutters - and that I need to quickly brush up on my British history if I'm going to keep up.  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Anyway, these people aren't messing around - I've been assigned on average about 200 pages of reading each night.  I just picked up the book Evelina, which I have to have read by next Thursday for the Sociability class, and it's about 450 pages (not counting the secondary texts we have to read).  Hmm - considering that, maybe I better start reading, but I'll write more later!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Cheerio!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Kristin
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/09/30/what_have_i_gotten_myself_into~209918/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:livinginlondon.blog.co.uk,2005-09-30:/2005/09/30/oxford~209839/</id><title>Oxford</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/09/30/oxford~209839/"/><author><name>kclark33</name></author><published>2005-09-30T18:56:35+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T14:48:54+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I think most of you have seen the pictures that I took in Oxford, but I'm going to upload them here just to figure out how the process works.  For those of you who haven't seen the pictures, check them out!  Let me know how it works, too...my hope is that this will work out well because you can come check out this site whenever the mood strikes you.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Anyway, a bit about my Oxford trip.  I went up to visit my friend Kelly (Ablard - some of you might know her, she used to work at ESRI) in Oxford.  She and her cohort had just finished their dissertations for the MA program they were in, so they were going to head to the local pub (I think it's called the White Hart) to celebrate.  That was a lot of fun - the people were really cool and I think I even met a few people that I can possibly go travelling with (especially to Spain)!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The next day, Kelly, Rob (one of her friends and member of her cohort), Rob's friend Nick, and I went punting.  Punting is when you go out in this weird little boat and one person pushes the boat along with this long metal pole.  It was fun, but at first it was terrifying - I was SO petrified that I was going to fall in and the water was freezing!  Kelly and I didn't actually end up punting.  I had the self-appointed job of tying the boat up when we wanted to dock, and I was also sort of in charge of helping push us away from anything we might run into by using the little paddle that they give you.  Let's just say that, based on this experience, I wouldn't make a very good sailor - my knots definitely need some work compared to the knots that everyone in the other boats seemed to be using!  But, the boat didn't float away, so it was all good.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;After we got done punting (it was an absolutely gorgeous and sunny day, too) we went and walked around Oxford and checked out Christ Church and Keeble College.  We also saw the dining hall in Christ Church where they filmed all the dining hall scenes in Harry Potter.  Then we went and played frisbee, which was fun but seemed to go on FOREVER.  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;  Finally Kelly and I just stopped playing, and eventually the guys stopped as well.  We ended up going out to this awesome Thai restaurant for dinner (I was starving by then) and then went back to Nick's place and just hung out.  It was a wonderful weekend - Oxford is pretty much what I expected England to be like.  I love it there!  I'll definitely be going back soon!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3214.JPG" title="Kelly, me, and some of her cohort at the White Hart"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3214_small.jpg" border="0" alt="Kelly, me, and some of her cohort at the White Hart"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3220.JPG" title="Kelly, Rob, Nicola (Kelly"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3220_small.jpg" border="0" alt="Kelly, Rob, Nicola (Kelly"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3224.JPG" title="Rob and I"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3224_small.jpg" border="0" alt="Rob and I"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3229.JPG" title="Nick punting"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3229_small.jpg" border="0" alt="Nick punting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3233.JPG" title="Rob punting"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3233_small.jpg" border="0" alt="Rob punting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3234.JPG" title="Me paddling"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3234_small.jpg" border="0" alt="Me paddling"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3239.JPG" title="View from the boat"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3239_small.jpg" border="0" alt="View from the boat"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3254.JPG" title="The Harry Potter dining hall at Christ Church"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/l/livinginlondon/img/IMG_3254_small.jpg" border="0" alt="The Harry Potter dining hall at Christ Church"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/09/30/oxford~209839/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:livinginlondon.blog.co.uk,2005-09-28:/2005/09/28/welcome_to_the_blog~206773/</id><title>Welcome to the blog</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livinginlondon.blog.co.uk/2005/09/28/welcome_to_the_blog~206773/"/><author><name>kclark33</name></author><published>2005-09-28T22:46:04+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:46:04+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Hey everyone,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I decided, since I've had so many cool experiences and gotten so many wonderful pictures, that I'd create a blog where you could all see what I've been up to.  I figured this was especially a good idea since I plan to hopefully travel quite a bit (the cost of travel over here is insanely cheap, as you'll see!) and I want to keep you all posted on what I've been doing without bombarding you with tons of emails.  Of course, this isn't to say that you won't still get tons of emails from me, but at least in the meantime you can check out what I've been up to and what I'm doing!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So, since this is my first time with a blog, cut me some slack - and now, I'm going to get started!  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Kristin
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