explanation: so we sit down for this much anticipated meal, and notice we all have two sausages on our plate... one dark and one light. everyone except for simon that is. we're smarter than he thinks...
"si, what is this?".... no response.
then finally, "i'll tell you after you eat it."
at this point, we were too hungry or tired to care... so we just ate it. one was a bramburgh banger- delicious... 100% pork. the other...slightly darker one was not just meat. instead, it had been infused with a little something called black pudding- also known as blood pudding...because yea, you guessed it... it's made with boiled pigs blood. i really don't know who came up with this..or why.. but simon felt it was necessary for us to atleast "try" it. in all honesty, it was delicious... it's just hard to stomach something that has the word blood in it... unless of course you're buffalo bill...
{"it rubs the lotion on it's skin or it gets the hose again"}
the wirral
so, we've set up home with simon on the estate (which is similar to our "projects") because it's very low-income government housing. it's a really nice area... in the daylight. after dark, however, it's not the safest place to be. we've been careful, but we had to urge to go exploring our second night (don't worry, it was still light out..because it doesn't get dark until after 10). so we walked down a random street and found ourselves in a scary, yet semi-hilarious... "whhhhat just happened" kind of situation. so, we see this little boy (wearing a dress)... barely old enough to walk... getting into the front seat of his parent's car... keys in hand. we stop. should we do something? no, what are the chances this baby can figure out how to start the car. sure enough, 5 seconds later, we hear the engine roar.... oh my gosh. we run back to the kid... kylie opens the car door, turns it off... and says rationally "i don't think that's a very good idea." i run inside the house, in a panic to tell the parents that the baby just started the car. the response ... after a few moments of looking dumbfounded... "yea, he's alright" gosh, how silly of us, right? to think that was out of the ordinary. so, contemplating the irony of what just happened, we go to the local store (where the neighborhood starts to get really 'dodgy') and proceed to get followed by three sketchy men in their car... but thankfully, leah stared them down. so we survived.
"si, what is this?".... no response.
then finally, "i'll tell you after you eat it."
at this point, we were too hungry or tired to care... so we just ate it. one was a bramburgh banger- delicious... 100% pork. the other...slightly darker one was not just meat. instead, it had been infused with a little something called black pudding- also known as blood pudding...because yea, you guessed it... it's made with boiled pigs blood. i really don't know who came up with this..or why.. but simon felt it was necessary for us to atleast "try" it. in all honesty, it was delicious... it's just hard to stomach something that has the word blood in it... unless of course you're buffalo bill...
{"it rubs the lotion on it's skin or it gets the hose again"}
the wirral
so, we've set up home with simon on the estate (which is similar to our "projects") because it's very low-income government housing. it's a really nice area... in the daylight. after dark, however, it's not the safest place to be. we've been careful, but we had to urge to go exploring our second night (don't worry, it was still light out..because it doesn't get dark until after 10). so we walked down a random street and found ourselves in a scary, yet semi-hilarious... "whhhhat just happened" kind of situation. so, we see this little boy (wearing a dress)... barely old enough to walk... getting into the front seat of his parent's car... keys in hand. we stop. should we do something? no, what are the chances this baby can figure out how to start the car. sure enough, 5 seconds later, we hear the engine roar.... oh my gosh. we run back to the kid... kylie opens the car door, turns it off... and says rationally "i don't think that's a very good idea." i run inside the house, in a panic to tell the parents that the baby just started the car. the response ... after a few moments of looking dumbfounded... "yea, he's alright" gosh, how silly of us, right? to think that was out of the ordinary. so, contemplating the irony of what just happened, we go to the local store (where the neighborhood starts to get really 'dodgy') and proceed to get followed by three sketchy men in their car... but thankfully, leah stared them down. so we survived.
at dinner that night, we told simon about our experiences (worried he may never let us leave again)... and his response was classic. "welcome to the estate"
another one of simon's amazing meals. burgers cooked in his favorite utensil... the wok, topped with chorizo! yea...this is how we do it... sliced chorizo.
on monday, we started our first day at the school... it was great! we were all separated into different grades, ranging from what would be 2nd-4th grade.. where we'll be working as teacher's assistants. the kids are amazing... and they're absolutely infatuated with our accents and everything american. it's adorable, because they ask ridiculous questions all day long... here are some of the faves (and you have to read it in a cute lil kid english accent to get the full effect):
"are your burgers bigga?"
"are you friends with miley cyrus?"
"do you have a flat screen tv at home?"
"say candy... say candy"
apparantly, as much as we love their accents, they love ours... and constantly make us say things, so they can practice their americanism! it's great.
another one of simon's amazing meals. burgers cooked in his favorite utensil... the wok, topped with chorizo! yea...this is how we do it... sliced chorizo.
on monday, we started our first day at the school... it was great! we were all separated into different grades, ranging from what would be 2nd-4th grade.. where we'll be working as teacher's assistants. the kids are amazing... and they're absolutely infatuated with our accents and everything american. it's adorable, because they ask ridiculous questions all day long... here are some of the faves (and you have to read it in a cute lil kid english accent to get the full effect):
"are your burgers bigga?"
"are you friends with miley cyrus?"
"do you have a flat screen tv at home?"
"say candy... say candy"
apparantly, as much as we love their accents, they love ours... and constantly make us say things, so they can practice their americanism! it's great.
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