Sleep last night was a bit disjointed. Going to bed early meant getting woken up a couple of times by people chatting as they returned to go to bed. It also meant dealing with the humidity that comes from breathing in an enclosed space before the room outside your curtained bunk has time to cool off completely.
I was up at 2 am recording more snippets of memories: the prevalence of support for local and/or organic food, how nice it was to see an entire aisle of eggs sitting on shelves instead of in giant coolers, rapeseed oil in all of the ingredient lists instead if canola, and the dark wood and orange linens of the hostel contrasting with their space age-esque bathrooms.
The list continued to grow throughout the day, with Red Box as an office supply company, the grass on the side of the road is tall and yellow, cows grazing in meadows in astonishing numbers, trash cans are labeled "rubbish" and called dust bins, "Greens" are filled with cobblestone not grass, Bakerloo is a thing that exists, and it's legally required that you wear a seatbelt on the bus.
I was up at 2 am recording more snippets of memories: the prevalence of support for local and/or organic food, how nice it was to see an entire aisle of eggs sitting on shelves instead of in giant coolers, rapeseed oil in all of the ingredient lists instead if canola, and the dark wood and orange linens of the hostel contrasting with their space age-esque bathrooms.
The list continued to grow throughout the day, with Red Box as an office supply company, the grass on the side of the road is tall and yellow, cows grazing in meadows in astonishing numbers, trash cans are labeled "rubbish" and called dust bins, "Greens" are filled with cobblestone not grass, Bakerloo is a thing that exists, and it's legally required that you wear a seatbelt on the bus.
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