And first off, would like to apologize for being blogically challenged this summer.
To keep things short and sweet, it's interesting (forgive generic bland adjective) to be in a foreign country where things run almost exactly the same as your own country. For example:
I'm walking around downtown Norwich (donde vive la abuela) and I pass a small barefoot child looking forlorn, standing outside a department store. I'm thinking, "No, it can't be... (niño ambulante)". Of course, I was right. The little punkass was simply pouting waiting for mommy to get done with her clothes shopping, and mysteriously insisted on appearing in public with bare feet.
There are also WAY too many white people here. Like, entirely so. Eerily so.
