Hello from Cambridge! I've never been so happy to see a rainy, green place. You don't even need to fasten your coat here, and it's fine to walk around without gloves. Going without an umbrella, however, is another matter entirely. All of the locals seem to manage it, but for us water-soluable foreigners, I think it's a necessity.
There's little of interest to report about the trip, other than that I was lucky to get out of Chicago at all, because I was traveling during The Month When Chicago Likes to Show You Who's Boss, otherwise known as January. Thanks to the miracle-working ground crew at O'Hare, we made it out just a few hours late, even though it had been snowing all day. On the plane I sat next to an Italian and a petite, bird-like college student who was on her way to study in England. The former occupied himself with the latter, which was a good solution for all.
Returning to the UK, there are lots of things to notice: the different road signs, the pairing of red and blue on houses, how green everything is even in the middle of winter. I still know my way around Cambridge, sort of, and this time it feels like I'm coming back to a place I know. This doesn't mean that I've learned to look to the right when I cross the street -- I completely haven't -- for now my survival strategy is to try to look in all directions at all times. It must make me look a bit flighty and confused, but it seems to do the trick.
Today marks a bit of a victory, as I've gotten a SIM card and a yoga mat. I spent a while deleting all of the contacts left in my phone, which made me wonder a bit about the legality of its origins. My favorite was "R Absinthe": anyone need a number for a little green man?
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