The "i'm not fit for this" post...

Oh well, you know the drill


I've been working hard.


But that part is not that fun, now is it?
So let's jump to the fun part.

I knew English were crazy, I just didn't know HOW crazy!


I've been out and about around town.


And some nights are easier than others.


Somehow, I keep finding myself going to Freak Shows.


And I celebrated Chinese New Year...


By buying a lucky cat...


And eating Mexican food.


And I tried organic Cola.


And last, but not least, one of my best friends came to visit.


My days here seem to fly and the world in motion is sometimes scary.
I must admit I thought "What did I do and what was I thinking?" a couple of times now.
But then, I slap myself in the face (metaphorically speaking) and I just look around, taking in this incredible opportunity.
I've been meeting recruiters and they seem to like me and my work, which is a good first step.
I miss home. I miss family and friends.
But I have a feeling I'll have to learn how to live with missing them, because I'm enjoying the new horizons way too much.

That's it, for now**

The I've been playing too much foosball post...

It's been hard to update because, as it turns out, I have much to say but little time to upload.

Here is why.

This is the incredible, almost Harry Porterian pub in Snodland. Yes, the one where i asked for an espresso (that will never get old!)

My favorite thing about living in the Country is to have this kind of neighbors.

I went to an indian restaurant, with some Portuguese friends, and our waiter was an Umpa Lumpa. I'm sure we has fired because we sang louder then the rest. We were nearly deaf when we left the place.

I had dinner with friends at a Vietnamese restaurant, a good one actually.

Later that night, we went to a Balkan gig, which was really a Communist party celebrating Stalingrad (or something like that, couldn't really understand what the angry man was saying) and i saw the Best Freak Show Ever, the Tran Siberian Marching Band. We ended up dancing like Tom Sawyer on acids for the better part of the night.

Still a bit shellshocked from the show, we went to a bar that had a foosball table. The fact that we thought war painting was necessary to play should tell you how competitive we were.

The next morning I had an English Breakfast and was sick to my stomach all day.

Then, monday, on a more serious note, i went to Google Campus. I did so because i had to work, but little did i know. They have a free foosball table there.

Let's just say i sat down long enough to take this picture, so i could have some prove that i did work.
Well, right about this time i was, actually, watching Beyonce's performance at the Superbowl, hence my concentrated face.