England just feels that little bit more homely to my soul...
It's not surprising given that my family is there. It was so lovely to escape for 3
days, be a little kid again and pretend that I don't live far away from any older
and more responsible adults who would rescue me in a crisis. It was nice to be
mothered, even if it was by an aunty... or technically a second cousin. Family is
family, right?
I forget how "French" France is. It took a brief soujourn over the channel to
realise that the French vs Anglo divide really is great. Even though it only takes 2
hours to get to by train, the cultures are incredibly different. I don't want to
make any vast generalisations about the people being nicer or friendlier or
whatever... i'm not quite sure what it is, but it seemed to come down to just an
atmosphere. Paris is Paris. London is like Sydney but bigger, and English people
are adorable. I drank more tea than I thought humanley possible! Everytime I
turned around someone was thrusting a cuppa into my hands. Loved it.
Plus, I challenge you to find a good curry house in France where you are served
by two midget Bangladeshi brothers called "Midge" and "Madge".
Big thanks to the Mckeever's and Peakman's for having me. Love you guys x
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