When we first got married, husband worked 12 hour night shifts in a computer networking monitoring position. If nothing was broken they were allowed to play video games, and only people in the UK and Europe were awake to play. My husband being the disgustingly extroverted guy that he is, met tons of Europeans and played with them for years. After changing jobs, he maintained those relationships, often talking about visiting each other.
Early in September one of them came to visit us for a week! I’m not going to lie, I was nervous because I didn’t know D. He flew in, rented a great car, and drove his way to us.
Husband had taken the week off to be able to spend time with him. I was able to join in, in some of the adventures as my internship permitted.
All of 2013 I’d begged husband to let us visit his parents so we could go to Canada (So I could say I’d been out of the country once a year since 2006). Hosting D, I learned that its just as much fun to introduce someone to your culture, as it is to enjoy theirs. He was such a good sport as we shared all of our favorite types of restaurants with him (mostly classic American junk food: Bojangles, Taco Bell, Chikfila, and funnel cake burgers) . He wasn’t a fan of sweet tea, but is craving green tea.
Some British tidbits:
-A petrol station is a gas station
-A boot is the trunk of a car, while the bonnet is the front/engine of the car.
-Knackered/Shattered is a way to say you are extremely tired.
One of the best adventures that I was able to join was going to Devil’s Marble Yard. I’d never been, despite how close the hike is. I was impressed at being able to do the hike after rolling my ankle, and breaking part of my spine. Even if I felt slower than all of the guys, they had to keep pausing as I was gasping for breath!
I had never been so excited to sit on cool rocks as we sat at the base of the large rocks and ate lunch.
Because I was training for a 5k I decided not to risk hurting myself again and stayed back as the guys climbed the giant rocks.
But they got some pictures for me!
By the end of the week I was amazed how close we’d grown. It really was if D was another sibling in our family or something. We would have so much fun driving around in his rental car, and being goofy.
Hopefully, 2014 should either include a visit of our own across the Pond to visit him, or him returning to visit us. It’ll be fun either way!