“We’ve come three thousand miles and ended up in bloody Devon!”

[charlie_cochrane]

Am blogging over at Carina about how some places remind you of home - except when they're entirely different. Do come and share your thoughts!

PS Dreams of a Hero number 1 at Carina. Can't stop grinning.

Comments

[eglantine-br.livejournal.com]

I read it yesterday. I love them. I wish I could read more of their adventures.

It also reminded me of how surprised I was, as a child to find that England had 'our' place-names.(Falmouth, Barnstable, Plymouth, Chatham) My mother said just what you said-- they were homesick.

It was fun for me seeing my childhood world of Cape Cod from the outside. Made me homesick too.

[sandra-lindsey.livejournal.com]

Can't comment there (it said something about javascript and cookies, but I know they're both enabled so it's probably something linux-related) so I'll post my comment to your post here instead:

Common as muck? You?? Far from it! Mind you, even I with my shoddy accent experienced the weird shift in attitude from polite to super-polite when buying stuff in shops (we actually couldn't work it out for ages & thought it was the colour of the card we were paying on until we experienced it when paying with cash as well)... I think I got my biggest culture shock though when buying a sandwich (in a sandwich shop, not as in the pre-packaged sort): the guy serving asked if I'd like salad and I replied "Yes, please!" Then there was this weird stand-off where we both looked at each other in a faintly puzzled fashion until my husband realised my mistake and told me to specify which salad items I wanted...

Lovely country, but I couldn't live there myself - I'd be giggling at every mention of "pants" or "suspenders" ;-)

[rapidess.livejournal.com]

Thank you for the link ^_^

[stevie-carroll.livejournal.com]

Go you!