I couldn't have come to a place more different than London. Everything I see around me is the green and brown of nature..instead of the gray of cement and black of smoke and pavement and lights and lights and lights. When I looked outside my window last night, everything was black; sky melted into earth until lightening burst forth every few minutes. Everything smells different...fresh air, mingled with the smell of the old wood of the house, mixed with dog, and cow pastures, and mold from the ever-hanging mist. No more cars and greasy Chinese food and cigarette smoke. Church is different - loud, emotional, overflowing; not quiet, meditative. The food is different..rice, beans, soup, tortillas, eggs, strawberries...in place of dark chocolate and crepes and sandwiches.
