Indeed

I LOVE the English sense of humor (humour?)!

Don't be offended, lovely teachers. I'd be grumpy if I stood at the station all day getting yelled at, too.

To Eastbourne

Last weekend Ed and I ran off to Eastbourne, a small city on the Southeast coast. Most people are familiar with its big sister, Brighton, which is a short trip West. We wanted to chill out, eat some really ace codfish and wave at some waves. Unfortunately the previous week's weather was a complete tease and we were taunted by gray skies and light sprinkles. This being England, crummy weather is forgivable.


Less forgivable was the carpet of rancid food and trash left around the main pier by an anonymous but absolutely massive community bar-be-que. It saddened us but we certainly didn't let it put a damper on our holiday.







































Now this is a party. Colorful, bouncy and smelled of lovely exotic spices. Too bad there were no proper trash bins, and shame nobody seemed to care.