Subway

As I was munching on my Subway sandwich at lunch today (six-inch turkey on honey oat, all veggies but onions and jalapenos, thankyou), it got me thinking about England (will explain later), which in turn got me thinking about my blog.ย The original purpose of my blogging aspirations was to talk about a year spent in the enchanted little city of Oxford, England. Well I’ve been and I’ve returned, and I’ve learned much but there is still much to tell. My English Lessons have not ceased upon returning to my homeland. In fact, hindsight has surfaced many lessons I was not even aware I had been learning whilst immersed in this fascinating culture.

My roommate’s dad, playing bagpipes during her birthday brunch-one of my favorite uniquely British experiences

“Fascinating?” you may be wondering. How different can these UK people be? They speak the speak the same language we do, we listen to a lot of their music (Coldplay, Damien Rice, Paolo Nutini, David Gray to name a few), British literature was forced down our throats from middle to high school. We have already as Americans been immersed in British culture; what is there left to learn?

And so begins a series of posts for me. I don’t know yet how many, and I am sure they will be interrupted with a more timely post every once in a while, but I am going to explore this theme for a time, drawing out many types of lessons–funny, mind-boggling, heartbreaking–that I have since realized from my time overseas among these people called the English. And I would love for you to tune into the journey now and again.

One of these life takeaway lessons came from the unsuspecting place of Subway. You thought I wasn’t going to circle back to my six-inch turkey on honey oat, didn’t you? In my first few weeks in Oxford, I learned this restaurant was taboo. While there were two conveniently located to me, I didn’t feel comfortable going inside based on what I had been told about them. My dear Subway that I frequent here in the States would become something I looked upon with longing and a craving never satisfied.

There is so much to explain regarding my Subway lesson, and the word count of this post is getting dangerously high, so I’ll stop for now with promises to expound next time.

Until then, I highly recommend Kate Hawk’s Watching the English. Given to me by my friend, Zi-Su, it has been an excellent source of explaining British, and specifically English, behavior. I’d suggest reading it after your trip to the Island. That’s what I did. It’s more interesting that way.

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9 thoughts on “Subway

  1. Can’t wait to read all about it! Love and miss you—proud of all your post-flood experiences. Hope you’re falling more in love with that city every day!

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      1. Nah – you got David Gray right, although he’s from the North of England which some would say doesn’t count ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. Subways are popping up in every corner of ‘our green and pleasant land’ seemingly all overnight.
    I think/hope half will shut down within a year. Why do they all let out the same stench half way down the street?

    So you’ve had some insights into the English eh?! Do tell! Most intrigued.

    I’m setting up a site/magazine in/on London and Paris, English and French. It’s early days but it may interest the curious among you: http://www.thecrossfrontier.wordpress.com

    Cheers!

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    1. I agree with the stench observation. and it sticks to your clothes all day even if you’ve only been in there for 5 minutes. I’ll check out your site! Thanks for reading.
      I’ve only spent a total of a year and 4 months in England, but it was amazing and I plan to talk a lot about it here, so hope you keep coming.

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