England. Oh, how I love you.
Curries, chips, lager, and cakes.
Funny marketing campaigns, rude humour, and the extra "u" in every other word.
Stores that sell clothes for my body shape, that shape being one that likes cakes, and curries, and chips.
Chatting with the man who runs our favourite curry house...he's been in England for 15 years but still speaks English with a faltering accent. Just as I do with my French. His kids tell him they are British and that here is home. Hubster and I get that. We laugh at how Mini-Husband tells everyone he's English in his American accented speech.
My family-in-law. Even though my brother-in-law likes Chelsea and my other brother-in-law is hooked on cricket, I still like them. My sister-in-law, who literally "kicks arse" and is only a few levels away from her black belt in karate. Not to forget my niece and nephew, who laugh and play with the tribe making me wish we lived just a teeny bit closer.
England. It gets dark here at 4:30pm and it lives up to it's reputation. It's been raining non-stop since Boxing Day.
England. It's history amazes me. All the more so since my own has a place here.