Portland! (and other stuffs)

So, homestay was pretty awesome.

Arcadia made a big deal about making sure to be on time for when the bus was to pick us up, and so we all were ready 5 minutes before 6:30 (which is when the bus was supposed to pick us up) and the bus didn’t get there till 7:05. Failboat. The ride was really long and I ended up watching Detroit Rock City on my computer (its amazing that I had enough battery power).

We made a rest stop and, while in line at Burger King, Elizabeth managed to converse with a group of maybe 20 English guys. They said they love Americans and wished they lived there and asked us where we were headed. We told them Portland, and they looked at us confused, ‘cuase they thought of the one in America. It was at this point that Elizabeth called them bad Brits, which I was mortified at, but the guys had a good sense of humor. They said they were headed to Bath because two of them were getting married (to each other) and they were having a big gay party. Clearly they were being silly, but she took them seriously and I almost died laughing. (ps. Burger King is 10x better here)

When we FINALLY got to Portland, it was almost 11:30. Jen (my homestay person) picked Stanley and I up. It was SO WEIRD riding in a British car, because everything is all mirrored and crazy. She drove us to the house and we sat up talking with her and her husband Simon until 3 about British-American things. Then bed, because I was exhausted. We woke up the next morning to cereal, and were promptly rushed to Weymouth, the next town over, to spend the day with the other FYSAEs. Jen and Simon packed us lunch and it was SO cute.

Weymouth was really cool, there was a beach and I suddenly REALLY missed Sea Isle, because thats pretty much the only time I remember being on the beach during the winter. It was extremely cold and windy though, so that kinda took the fun away from it. We shopped around for a bit before going to a pub and getting Fish/Chips. They’re better by the sea.

So after that we made the trek home, where I took a nap and then we all went out to a pub to see a local musician, Roscoe. At first, I wasn’t happy with the thing, but then these two British guys (Jason and Chris) got drunk and really hilarous and offered much of the entertainment for the evening. I played darts with them and it was a good time.

After that, I got home, passed out again, woke up to a traditional English Breakfast (poched eggs, sausage, beans and ham with toast and tea) and we chatted a little more before saying our goodbyes and heading to the Coach back to London.

We got back and it was snowing, which is apparently unusual. It continued to snow until it stopped at about 8 inches, which is even more unusual. The city freaked out and everything pretty much shut down. I was used to snow like that, however, so it was fine for me. I took my friend Claire out and had a snowball fight with her, because she’s a Floridian and it was her first one ever. I was excited to be a part of it.

Anyway, it was a fun weekend. Originally, I was against the entire concept, but now, I see it as yet another great expierence I’ve had. More later..



One Response to Portland! (and other stuffs)

  1. TJ says:

    Just so you know, you got 8 inches of snow and London stopped. We had 4-6 inches of snow twice in two weeks, and the most we got was ONE two-hour delay. Just sayin’.

    Sounds like you’re having fun. Good to hear from you.


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