I Am A Bad Blogger

Yes, it's true. I am a bad blogger. It sure is easy to write about things when they're fresh and new. But settle in, and the drive to write just, well, dries up. Other things take up the space. When I first started my blog about England I felt quite isolated. Imagine that, a country with... Actually, I only know the population of Brighton - 800,000 - and only because my Dad asked me and I looked it up on Wikepedia. The English sure can squish 'em in! It's really the size of Victoria but with that many more people. People that cannot stay on one side of the sidewalk, who cut you off and never apologize. Who bump into you and give a dirty look as if it were your fault. Good at queuing, the Brits, but bad at negotiating any sort of outdoor space.

We went to Prague last month and it was a delight. Yes, the city is beautiful and full of history. This is not what I am referring to. What I mean is that the Czechs (and the thousand of tourists) know how to walk on the street. You stick to one side! It was so relaxing, even amidst throngs of people.

I have an uncanny way of losing my way. Craig and I were on Paros, in Greece many years ago and bickering about directions. I was adamant that I was right so he asked me to take us to the sea. In a huff, I did. Unfortunately, it became obvious ten minutes later that we were obviously going uphill. I had the same problem in Prague. I really did look at the map. But, I also thought that if I just kept walking over the hill I'd end up at the River. Yep. A problem. I refused to get a cab because I need to learn to navigate. I did eventually do it! But not before circling around and ending up at the Charles Bridge twice.

It is our penultimate night here in Brighton. Jay is asleep and I'm trying to "organize" for the movers tomorrow morning. Which is why I'm writing this right now. So, gotta run. See you back in Canada!