It was incumbent upon me to conduct thorough research with regard to cultural differences between Britain and my home country. That could only mean one thing. Pub crawl.
Like most things in the Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea, the flat I let in Notting Hill for a summer's worth of research was expensive, beautiful, modern, elegant, and way out of my league. I had to consult the internet before using anything, from the washing machine (Google) to the vacuum (YouTube). But the most complicated things I ever attempted in the flat were sleeping and showering.
What's your favorite London monument? Big Ben? Westminster Abbey? The Tower? Buckingham Palace? Mine's Tesco. Tesco sets my pulse racing. (Yes, I'm serious.) My first summer in London, I had the good fortune to be a stone's throw from the gargantuan Tesco on Cromwell Road. It was my first stop after unpacking, which took about thirty seconds... Continue Reading →