The bear's london

As I sit on the train, having just popped out of the Chunnel, it is quickly apparent how truly different it is to be in Europe. In the U.S. We travel from state to state all the time. But over here, the continent is almost like one big country in that way. A quick 30 minute train ride through a tunnel and I'm in France instead of England. Though we call the U.S. the big melting pot, Europe is a true melting pot.

All of these cultures seemed to merge into one in London. As Greg or Dave mentioned, we heard more foreign languages than English in London. You can try to pick out who's from where based on how they look or act, but you would struggle. Everyone here seems to be of one big, melded society. And on that note, there was a lot of our culture in London as well. I'm excited to see the differences and similarities as we move on to more and more foreign places.

On the lighter side, I loved the English culture. They all seemed to go to the pub after work to "grab a pint.". This means that on a Friday evening after work, they go to the pub from 6-11 and are in bed by midnight. Sounds much better than waiting until 11 to go out like many people do at home. There are lots of cask ales there, which is beer that is not pressurized or carbonated in any way and must be pumped out of the tap, it's delicious. I know of one place back home where you can find it called tbonz, as annie farber about it if you'd like to go there.

Updates:
-The bear's clean shaven face is now some solid stubble
-the backpack varieties have not yielded any problems or benefits as of yet
-and for the record, I have more than 1 pair of pants...i have 2. And some shorts

Cheers
-The bear