5/29

Day Three

I woke up this morning at around 9 A.M. to find my neck unable to turn left. It was very difficult to get out of bed to take a shower. Doing anything at all took more than twice as long as it would have if I didn't feel this pain shooting up my spine every time I turn my head westward.  My grandmother and my father had to walk the dogs to occupy their time, rather than waiting for me to get ready. AND my hair also would not blow-dry correctly after fussing with it for at least 20 minutes... Alas, I managed to keep it relatively maintained and proceeded to eat some toast and continue preparing for the day. I actually felt really good about my outfit, though, despite the hair malfunction. ... although I wish I had had something warmer on my legs; tights don't exactly withstand the chilly Devon air.

I went out shopping to Trago Mills as my first step of the day, which is such an interesting place. I can't decide whether it's like a much larger Wal-Mart or a Savers but with unused items. Anyway, you can get the idea of the place. It wasn't too full there, which was good, seeing as I do not like shopping when many people surround me and basically suffocate me in proximity... I found un tee-shirt génial* that is red white and blue plaid flannel with a few patches on it. It sounds like a drab shirt, but honestly, it was a good find! After Trago Mills, we went home.

But, of course, it wouldn't be a vacation without something messing about with your original plans. As we got home, we opened the door, and walked toward the living room area to go up stairs, where we were planning on putting our shopping. But, we installed a lock on that door that leads to the stairs... And forgot to unlock it before we left for shopping. So, we were forced out of that side of the house, only the kitchen and the eating area open. My dad, being the COMPLETE GENIUS that he is, did his... work things... and managed to open the door! (ask me for specific details; I'm not revealing his ...genius... publicly) With the door open, we could put things away and begin dinner, which was chicken, veg, and roast potatoes. Of course, it was delicious as always. And after that I began to browse around on the computer for my daily Facebook check and began to write this entry! We've caught up to date now... not sure what to say...

Oh, yes! Have you (given that someone is actually reading these blogs) noticed how I've been ending my blogs with some sort of mystical life lesson, or something to think about? I think I'm going to make that a habitual thing, ending all my posts with one. And also, I'd like to add a french word or saying in my posts as well, giving the translation for all those who don't speak the beautiful language (which I would strongly advise you learn how to do so). So here's something to ponder over:

How boring would life be without culture? Growing up without a way of living, creating your own memories with your family, and learning new things about your ancestors... Be glad that you have the family that you have to teach you these things about your culture. Embrace the diversity of others, and don't be afraid to be your own person. 

* French, "an awesome tee-shirt"