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.
The Five Things I Adjust to in London
Being an academic is great if you don't mind holes in your sweaters, a monthly budget that is roughly what your wealthier friends spend on hair appointments, and awkward conversations. (We're not known for our social graces.) One truly excellent perk of academia, though, is the travel. Because of my field, I get to go... Continue Reading →
Portobello Road Warrior
Like many Americans, I gleaned my early knowledge of London from My Fair Lady and a smattering of Disney movies, so thanks largely to Bedknobs and Broomsticks, I had always imagined Portobello Road as a sort of semi-roofed, soot-covered, darkened maze of alleyways. Which of course has very little to do with the actual Portobello... Continue Reading →
There’s Coffee, and Then There’s Coffee
From the beginning, Albania flummoxed me. It also had my heart before my flight from Florence ever touched down in Tirana. How? Simple. Coffee.