I’ve been called a lot of things, but perfect is not one of them . . . until recently. And, to be honest, they weren’t referring to me. Just my urine.
Like all British residents, I’m eligible for the National Health Service, the free single-payer government run health service. So I selected and registered with a [...]
Anybody who has ever moved to Britain knows the frustration of trying to prove your identity and residence. Getting anything, such as a cell phone contract, library card, car rental, or registering with a physician, requires you to bring a recent copy of a utility bill or bank statement.
This gets really frustrating when you want [...]
Last night I went to a West End play – my first in London – watching the uber-famous Waiting for Godot. I really have no idea why in the world it was so famous and well respected – as an English major who supposedly grasps literature, I just didn’t get it.
But it was great nonetheless. [...]
I spent last week at my step-brother’s in Germany, and had a wonderful time. One of the things I like about Germany is how incredibly well run it is. Like an Apple Macintosh, things ‘just work’. The trains are a friggin work of art. You know what platform your train will arrive on months in [...]