Annnnd we’re back, folks!
It only took me three weeks until after I returned from my trip.
Let’s zoom through Sunday:
Afternoon: delicious food and wonderful company at M’s family’s home. Honestly, I love M’s family, but I think maybe they fed their way into my heart. I had a proper fry-up for lunch that day and it was perfection (picture of fry-up to come during later post). Now, if you have never been inside a British home before, then just imagine the Dursley’s home from Harry Potter:
From the Outside:
Ok, so this is very much a generalization, but Privet Drive provides the perfect example of all things expected on a suburban British road. All houses look the same, very petite, almost squished, no car holds more than five passengers (remember: no trucks, no minivans), and everything is generally just very cookie-cutter and without any personalization.
Now, from the inside:
I really can’t think of a better visual than this to describe the inside of a British home. It’s very cold in the UK, so the floor plan of the homes are all close-planned (doors for every room), because you “obviously” need to close the doors to keep rooms warms with the radiator because it’s always cold. Couches are again, petite, almost squished, but proper, nothing with exciting patterns, nothing audacious or show-ey. The are low to the ground and not really even couches, but rather just love seats. Now, the Dursley’s home has a little bit more decorations than what I saw when I was in Scotland, but maybe that’s just an English thing. Mostly, decorations were minimal, very plain, nothing unnecessary was hung on the walls or placed on top of shelves, and everything was generally neat and tidy.
Following the afternoon at M’s family’s house, P, M, A and myself all packed together and went to another church service at a neighboring church. We heard a presentation by Rachel, who M met when he lived in Bolivia for a year. She has lived there for quite some time and was preparing to go back for another two years, so she gave a presentation to tell her church/friends/family what she would be doing while she was there. It was really neat. Sometimes, in my ethnocentric thinking, I forget that the States are not the only country that sends out Christian missionaries.
Once church got out it was raining hard, but we still managed to make our way over to….some place (I’ve forgotten the name of it, now). It was a sort of pub/restaurant, and P and M’s general hang-out place. We went over there and it was just for a time of fellowship and we were joined by several other couples (A and I rocki’n the singles crowd, hollaaaaaa), but it was nice. The conversation was intelligent, until one man realized I was from California and brought on all of the silly questions: “Is it always sunny there?” Yes. “Do you surf?” Yeah bra, I surf the gnar, rock on. “Do you know Snoop Dog?” No, I’m closer to the Kardashian, Krowd. I will admit, since he was the first person to actually be openly curious about CA and the USA (P and M have both been-there-done-that so it’s sort of NBD to them), so it was funny to be able to exaggerate the “Cali” in me. Which is ironic because I consider myself in so many ways out-of-synch with California culture (besides the whole sun and Mexican, thing). Overall, the evening was enjoyable.
Ooooh, Monday, Monday, Monday. How do I put this? My time in Scotland was something I so desperately needed after a miserable, stressful semester. It was the light at the end of my 3D Color and Design class, and the hope of new life following the end of my Drawing 1 course. It was all I could think about, talk about, and all I wanted for six months and I am grateful for every experience I had while I was there. But Monday, well, Monday really didn’t have a lot going for it, because obviously, it’s Monday. I’m wracking my brain trying to think of a positive scenario to write out from Monday, but….nope.
So, while I would repeat my trip to Scotland as a whole ten times over, Monday, was a bad day. There’s really no getting past that. It started bad, it was raining, it was long, it was stressful, and best of all, we did wedding planning, ALL DAY.
If there is one thing that I did while preparing for my time in Scotland, it was to mentally pep-talk myself through the mind and thought process of a bride who’s got a house guest, who’s getting married in five days. Over and over and over I just mentally went through different situations that might come up and always reminded myself that I was there for her, because she’s not just one of my closest friends, she’s the bride. So Monday being really difficult as a result of spending the day doing wedding errands and other tasks, really did not come as a surprise to me. And I don’t resent that day at all, but it still doesn’t mean it wasn’t a good day. Well, I did get a Gregg’s sausage roll. So there’s that. That was good. Hooray, goodness from Monday!
If there is one thing that I learned after watching a bride and groom go 110% on pumping out their wedding plans on a rainy, sad and sorry Monday, there’s this: 1. I will not be planning a wedding for another ten years, no thank you sir! And 2. I won’t even be planning that wedding, in fact, there will be a wedding planner who will just do that all for me because there’s no way I’m going to have the ability to stay sane without one.
Someone please remind me to re-read that last paragraph when I get engaged.
So that was Sunday and Monday….now on to Tuesday/Wednesday!