Yesterday I went out browsing shops and bakeries. I wondered into this store named Lush, which I had heard about a few years ago, but had never been near a store, especially since it is a British company. All of their products are handmade, chemical free, made with natural ingredients, and cruelty free. All of their products were amazing, i got to look around and try them out, and not to mention when I walked in I was treated like a queen. I was asked if I needed help, and when I said I had never been to a lush before, they all instantly wanted to show me everything, and I ended up in the store for hours just talking to these people while I felt like I was being pampered. Lets just say I wanted to spend a lot more than I did. For dinner I had my first traditional style Cornish meat pie, and it wasn't too bad, but my issue with it was that I really had no idea what I was eating. It tasted like steak, onions, potatoes and steak gravy all in a pastry. Last night was quiet and nice.
This morning I woke up and headed out for Nottingham, after some confusion about my train, I'm never going to get train stations down, that's just fact. When I got to Nottingham I was so confused and lost. I found a free bus though that took me almost to the door step of my hostel, and when I walked in I was early so I stored my bag, and left to find food. I just walked across the street to a local pub, and since I have yet to eat in a pub, or really spend much time there I think the bartender thought I was a little bit special. I walked in asking for a menu, which was on the tables, but in my defense hidden. I looked though it and narrowed it down to fish and chips or bangers and mashers, but since I'm not a fan of sausage, I did the fish and chips. I was given a huge hot plate with beer battered fried fish (so yummy but so greasy) and fat fries, as well as tartar sauce, and mushy peas, which I can't say I cared for. There is always at least one thing on my plate that I don't know what I'm eating, and that happened to be the mushy peas.
When I went up to order my fish and chips though the bar tender asked if I wanted a drink, of course I did, but I didn't know what, so I asked for suggestions, he pulled out three bottles that I had no idea what they were, I still can't tell you other than juice and fermented leaves which came from Wikipedia. I had to ask for ice, since I like my drinks colder than they normally come, and I ate my mystery mushy peas and drink. The bartender than went on to ask me where I was from and I had a nice conversation with him, even though I felt like I looked like a lost confused tourist to him. Afterwards I went and browsed Victoria shopping center, which was like a mall, but had a tesco metro in it as well as some sort of flea market. I walked that a bit and then went to lush again. My new obsession. I went in looking for something I kicked myself for not getting yesterday, and I started talking to the employees. All of them are so kind and nice, I'm a huge fan of the company. After I talked to the for a bit I got what I came for and when I was checking out the guy handed me some jelly soap. He told me it was on him and after he insisted I take it I said "guys always try to buy me drinks in pubs, but I much prefer soap" and he laughed and said he would remember that. The kindness of the people over here really amazes me, but the funniest thing is that no matter what or where I am, when talking to someone the weather comes up, not as small talk, but because when the sun is shining, it's an exciting event, and when it's not, they wish the sun was shining. The hostel here is nice, not like the fort in York which was amazing, but its much better than the one in Edinburgh.
I've realized all British people ask "are you alright" and I'm not sure if its a "do you need help" or "how are you" but I never know how to answer, and it literally gets asked almost ever 5 min. Another British saying that I found funny was "she had kittens". One of the ladies in lush was talking about how she planned a week in Thailand but she cancelled because her grandma had kittens over it. The Aussies also like to call anything with an Mc in front of it a Macca, which I thought was strange, and I was even called Macca once or twice. The last weird thing I noted in the past couple of days is their standard of juice is a bottle of what looks like fabuloso that you mix with water. It was just sitting on the counter, and it looked like pure sugar. I'm really loving my time in England, though I prefer York to Nottingham, it's still a nice enough place. I plan to check out the castle and the caves tomorrow. As for now I'm just going to relax and enjoy my vacation.
-Kenzie xxoo
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