I recently found this entry that I wrote while in England. I didn't have any way to transfer files from my Powerbook to the web at the time, and my entries from the time seem to have been misplaced. I'll post them as I find them.
My visit to the old country has been great. The people I’ve met have been dynamic individuals. Despite the general opinion that the US is responsible for the events in the Middle East, I have not been subject to the endless stream of questions and freely offered assessments of my own country’s problems that I anticipated. And, I’ve been around loads of musicians.
There is one characteristic of England I wasn’t exactly prepared for though. . In a land where buildings are older than countries, I’ve encountered something not in the typical tourist guide. Weather. I knew that English summers could be cold. I even expected rain. I did not expect to be in a constant state of fluster.
I frequently get cold in the afternoon, and return to change into warmer clothes. When I resume activities in these warmer clothes though, I find myself sweating! It’s not as if the temperature had changed though. Rather, it is as if the range of comfortable temperature has been diminished from ten or twenty degrees to less than one degree!
Maybe it’s consistence of heat in Los Angeles to which I’ve grown accustomed. Maybe it’s the food. Whatever the case, I find myself going from freezing to having a flushed face in a matter of minutes. And to continue aping of the magic mountain, I made the mistake of having a drink with my lunch on my first afternoon here. I looked as if I were embarrassed the entire evening.
