August 2008 Archives

Seeing friends and family has been wonderful, of course, and in a few days time I fly to my girlhood home of Phoenix, where I will gather with the rest of my family (and eat lots of fantastic Mexican food!) Luckily I've been doing plenty of walking and hiking to offset all of that extra fuel, although it's a little scary just how quickly I've slid back into an automobile-driven American mindset.

"Bye!" I called to my friend as I left to run errands this afternoon. "I'm off to stimulate the economy."

I drove around her neighborhoods of Northbrook and Glenview in a borrowed Toyota Corolla, stocking up on items for my next year in England (as my income is still in dollars, I do as much shopping as possible in America and transport it overseas). I headed first to the sleek and very affluent Northbrook Court mall, a place I've never actually been inside before. As I cruised around the massive parking lot in "my" car, I watched automatically for a space near the front, but they were all taken with luxury cars and SUVs. Then I laughed at myself once more and remembered how I walk and bike everywhere back in England, and settled for a spot in the far corner of the lot.

Walking in, I noticed a few tall, leggy blondes who were inviting shoppers to take a spin in a new Lexus hybrid. I sidestepped them, smiling at the idea of owning any car again, much less a Lexus, and entered the mall. It was gorgeous, huge and a bit overwhelming. The shoppers were all extremely attractive and very well-dressed, and as I walked past kiosks, polite young men offered me fragrance samples, designer sunglasses and even a massage pillow. I ran my quick errand and left, but not without marveling at a mall where children play in a faux tree house and where shoppers can rest on real, luxury sofas.

When I stepped back outside, the Lexus girls stopped me politely.

"Would you like to take a Lexus for a spin?" one asked? "You get a free gift card if you do."

I was tempted, but declined. What would be the point? As I was walking away, I heard a man at the stand mutter, "Maybe we should offer them free Jell-o shots."

I went about my other errands, stopping for gas (and trying not to groan at the price--driving is fun but NOT cheap) and at a few other stores. I couldn't get over the fact that they were all so big, so efficient and with such massive car parks. Truly, America is a wonderful land for the consumer. But while I'm thoroughly enjoying my time here at home, I'm also looking forward to September, when I return to Nottingham, new visa proudly in hand, and once again navigate the rainy, narrow streets on my little bike and heading out to the corner shop when I need a loaf of bread. Somehow that all just seems more real to me now.

Greetings from Evanston, my base of operations for the past two weeks. Since arriving back in the States on Aug. 19, I've been on a whirlwind tour visiting friends and favorite places here in Chicago, and also in Lexington, Kentucky, where I drove earlier this week to visit my grandma, aunt and cousin.

My mind is whirling from the dozens of American experiences I've been cramming in during recent days. There was the sweet friend who met me at O'Hare on a sultry summer's afternoon with sunflowers and Chicago hot dog dinner plans. (The photos show me slightly bleary eyed, blinking in all that strange sunshine, but very happy).

There was the Saturday night I spent wandering contentedly around Millennium Park with two friends, dancing at the Latino Music Festival and oohing and aahing over the lights on the Pritzker Pavilion. I had the drive down to Kentucky with two more friends--stopping along the way for favorites like Wendy's Frosty malts and Dairy Queen butterscotch-dipped ice cream cones--and a panoply of hearty family meals. This morning I headed out to my former editor Carol's Glenview back yard to pick ruby red, bursting-at-the-skins tomatoes that she then whipped into an omelet.

If it seems many of my eagerly enjoyed American experiences thus far revolve around food, well, it may just be true. On Aug. 18, a day before I flew home, I was walking down a London street with another American expat friend, one who'd just returned from her own visit to Chicago.

"What are you looking forward to the most about going home?" she asked. Without even thinking I replied:

"The food."

She burst out laughing and I laughed, too.

"What? Was I supposed to say friends or family or something?" I asked.

"No," she said. "I understand. When I was asked the same question, I said, 'The shopping.'"

After a week of serving coffee as part of the Open Doors team at New Wine Christian festival in Somerset (which attracted around 12,000 people this year to a full week of fantastic programs, despite the fact that we were camping in the rain for many days), I headed to Wales.

Three friends and I rented the lovely little Compass Cottage in Wales' Gower Peninsula, that little bit of Wales south coast that sticks out into the sea. The closest city is Swansea, but the rest of Gower is truly quiet and remote, with little villages dotted about the miles of forest, cliffs and coast. The weather was not exactly idyllic (temperatures rarely got above 65 degrees and it was usually raining or at least very windy) but we had a fantastic week of exploring Gower through hikes, walks, swimming and body boarding.

I've just returned to Nottingham after two weeks without Internet, and in 36 hours I'm heading back to the States for a month, so blogging time is short. But here are a few of my favorite photos from the week of outstanding beauty in Gower.

I'll be without Internet access for the next week or so as I travel first to a camp in Somerset, and then to Wales' Gower Peninsula for a seaside holiday with a few friends. But don't forget to check back later for photos and stories!

I wouldn't normally buy a newspaper like the Daily Mail--the headlines and front cover just scream "tabloid!" to me. And the news stories are generally very sensational. However, we've been buying not one, but two copies every day over the last several weeks, because the Daily Mail has been giving away free DVDs of classic BBC costume dramas inside their papers this month. In fact, demand has been so great that they're extending the promotion another week and adding the film versions of several of my favorite novels, including "Northanger Abbey" and "Wuthering Heights." I've amassed quite a collection of British classic novel film adaptations in the last few weeks (and so has my "English mum" who's also collecting them, hence the double daily dose of the Mail).

However, while the news section of the Daily Mail doesn't impress me much, I've found some great feature writing in it. This provocative article by a fertility expert really made me think yesterday. And today I laughed and laughed and laughed some more when I read this story of an 80-year-old Peter Hildreth, who's been getting into trouble for running up the down escalator at local department stores. Never mind that the guy was an Olympic champion in his heday--the stringent health and safety rules of Great Britain means he can no longer do his training in Marks & Spencer, Debenhams or Elphicks. I feel a sneaking sympathy for him.