SJW is back from across the pond! People keep asking me how it was and I literally can’t sum it up any better than ‘It was amazing!’ which feels like a bit of an understatement. It was genuinely the best month of my life.
I planned on blogging about each place as I went around but… that went out of the window. I mean I did have a lot on my mind… like deciding what type of food I wanted for my next meal. And where the nearest Urban Outfitters was.
So that I don’t make you all too jealous (ha that sounds so up myself), I’ve decided to blog about the things I hated the most about America. This actually came out of a conversation I had with the family we stayed with in Philadelphia (yep, still find it hard to spell that), when during dinner we were faced with the question ‘so everybody asks what you loved the most, but I want to know the one thing you hate the most about America?’. So here goes, apparently my response was pretty funny:
1. Automatic Flushes on Toilets.
I have so much hatred for them! And yes I brought this up at a dinner table haha. But seriously, do they ever flush when you want them to!? You walk in; they flush. You sit down; they flush. You stand up; they don’t frigging flush. And there you are with a wet bum, flailing around like an idiot trying to get the stupid thing to flush. Just give me a button to press at least!
2. Accent Issues
I grew to love the hilarious blank stares I got when I was speaking and the person had no idea what I was talking about. It was actually really interesting to find out what words just don’t translate. Too much crisp / chips / fries confusion.
3. I ❤ America
All jokes about American deriving from English and how therefore we’re the best aside, is there really any need for so many American flags hanging about? I haven’t forgotten what country I’m in…
4. The amount of tramps in San Francisco.
On a really boring political note, the wealth divide in America is actually quite shocking. Like yo, what is up with that Barack? However, whilst in San Fran I was happily walking along the street when a tramp started following me, shouting at me asking if I had any tissue. Maybe hayfever was really hitting him bad, but he was going pretty psycho about the tissue. I didn’t have any tissue and I was scared of his reaction. But then he harassed someone else for tissue and my Kleenex were safe. I also witnessed a man getting arrested in Bloomingdales for shoplifting (OOO draaaaamaaa).
5. The lack of vegetables.
I just wanted a good roast dinner.
Okay I’m done with the hating. Here’s a few things I loved:
I need one of these in the UK. It’s basically a corner shop full of snacks. Okay, the hot dogs constantly cooking by the till slightly gross me out (A cheeseburger hot dog, seriously America!?). However, I am craving a slurpee; these incred slush puppy like drinks but in actual good flavours. Like Fanta Fruit Twist and Coke. I’m also a fan of the 99 cent Big Gulp soda machine. (They have good names, right?).
2. Food Food Food
Burgers. Pizza. Burritos. Chicken. Milkshakes. I think I still dream about some of the meals I had. My food highlight was San Francisco and this place called Limon, who served whole rotisserie chickens, with two sides and three dips for $22. It was some of the best chicken I’ve ever tasted. If you’re in San Francisco, go there.
3. Evening dips in the ocean.
One of my favourite memories of the trip is from Venice Beach. It was our last evening; I went for a stroll whilst the sun set, AJP went for a run. When we met up, the sea felt warm enough to actually get in it. Being so yolo and all, both fully clothed we ran in. I cannot explain how incredible it was. It’s moments like that which make travelling so worth it you know.
4. San Diego Zoo
There was a cable car across the top of the entire zoo. We saw a Giant Panda wake up, do a massive poo and go straight back to sleep. We saw two turtles mating. Need I say more?
5. I never wanted the adventure to end.
In case I didn’t say it enough, I loved exploring and I loved doing it with the person I’ve missed most over the past year. It made me realise how well we know each other and how that really hasn’t changed even though we’ve been apart; and for that I couldn’t be any more grateful. I’m only being nice because I know he won’t actually bother to read my post this far. There’s still so many places I want to visit; I’m so jealous of everyone only just jetting off on their own adventures!
For me though, it’s on to the ‘Find-a-Job Adventure’…