I Lied

It was just a momentary lapse of adventure caused by lack of sleep, maybe, but I have dug my way out of the doldrums and am now ready for the next phase of this trip to England. And to be fair I have to tell you about some of the wonderful people I have met while I am here.
First impression of England was that the people are anti social and will walk across the street rather than encounter an American. (They must have some sort of radar that gives us away. As soon as we open our mouth people know where we are from.) Now according to the man we met in Salisbury, the English HATE Americans. And so it seemed at first. We would get one word answers to questions and no one ever made eye contact. I was constantly checking for that piece of spinach caught in my teeth, bad breath or some other faux pas. But we have come to think that perhaps the English are just a little wary of strangers or in our case, strange persons. By now we have made all sorts of acquaintances with the mums at Abby's school. There are Debbie, Jax, Heather (the other American, so we hit it off RIGHT away, especially since she is from the South.) There is the nice lady with the adorable puppy that I stop to pet every morning. Ger is making friends with the guy in the bodega and then there is Sam. Sam is the receptionist at the chiropractors office. She and "her bloke" have been together 11 years. She is originally from Salisbury (where we stayed when we went to Stonehenge)so that was the immediate bond. We chatted about the different streets and pubs of Salisbury, great places to see in England and when she found out I loved Scotland we have become soul sisters. If she could get the time off I think Ger and I would have a personal travel guide through this entire country. Sam is just a riot and is all that I am missing in my two best friends back in the states. When we ran into Sam in the drug store yesterday it was like 2 old friends who hadn't seen each other in ages. Combine that with the sweet young girl who worked in the drug store and took the time to be our personal shopper, I have to say the English are looking better and better.
We can add to this list of nice folks . . . the woman who delivers the fresh fruit and veggies each week. She is concerned that I have too many bananas and since Abby and Ger don't like bananas I am FORCED to bake and consume endless loaves of banana bread. Today when she arrived she gave me a recipe she looked up for banana ice cream with strawberry whirls. Given the chance I believe she would be here after work to make the ice cream with Abby and I. Then there are all the people who haven't honked their horns at me as I attempt to drive on the wrong side of the road, the mail man, the bus drivers and of course the pub owners are all turning out to be very nice people.
Who knew we could fly across the ocean and meet people who were just as nice as our friends back home. It's just possible I may not want to leave here.