British accents

First Congratulations newly weds Spencer and Ahdorda!!!

After the excitement of going to Europe, the let down of being delayed 2 days and now finally landing in London I hardly believe it. If it wasn’t for the British accents, unbelievable buildings, and our determination to spend as absolutely little as possible till we get to a country with a better exchange rate, and the number of times we have checked a map today I would think that we are just trucking around Greenville with an over weight kid on our backs. We eventually found our youth hostel (it wasn’t hard to find, but being the misers we are we refused to hop on a bus) and wanted to crash, but by that time we only really had a day and a half to explore Europe so we got right to. Now, I am not complaining because I am the one that picked this hostel, but I have stayed in nicer hostels. Sarah and I are roughing it. The bathroom is up two flights of stairs, down a corridor, and down another flight of stair and has one toilet and one working shower which has hot water thankfully but you have to hold the showerhead and there is little room to turn around. Our room is no larger than either of our rooms, but it has 6 beds and the other 4 girls have all their stuff with them. Every other word with more than two people in here is excuse me. Like I said, I am not complaining, I shared this with you because after meeting our roommates for two days and spending a day here my little wheels began to turn. I will tell you about the 3 that we have met because they sparked a lot of thoughts in my head. One is French and is studying and babysitting here. She has been her for 7 months, but only 3 have been at this hostel. The other two are sisters from Zambia and have lived in this hostel for 4 months. They clean at a five star hotel here, which they remarked isn’t easy, but it beats picking produce in Africa. Now, I know that there are people in worse situations, but I haven’t really talked to them, let alone lived with them and put myself in their shoes. That is kind of what we are doing though, living a cheap as possible (thankfully not because that is our only option) and carrying all that we need with us where ever the wind blows. We are blessed, we really are. Things could get a lot worse than two all nighter’s in a row and the worse exam schedule ever.
I guess coming from small towns with upper middle class friends God is using this experience to teach me about the rest of the world. I think he started in Atlanta where the only pictures not of Sarah and I posing in front of things that are common to Atlanta were of the people. Well, I won’t spoil the show, but my first piece is a result of God putting this on my heart.
Man, I find that I, just like Sarah, am having some verbal diarrhea. We are just experiencing so much already. I can’t wait to see what the next 6 weeks hold for us.

PS- so we had fish and chips and it was good (and cheap), but I watched Sarah sprinkle a sugar packet all over her fries thinking that it was some British thing that her grandma taught her, but the look on her face was priceless and said that she thought that the sugar was actually salt J
All right guys that jetlag is kicking in. Good night.