Well if anyone had any doubts that I am a city girl at heart, a recent expedition to the midlands of England should expel any residual uncertainty. A friend of mine who studies at Uni in LA came to visit me in London. Her Mom grew up and now lives in a small town called Melton Mowbray, near Nottingham, and graciously invited the two of us up for a weekend. Little did I know that a "weekend in the country" was code for uncompensated manual labor.
Honestly, I admire people who live in the country. People always ask me if living in the city is hard or scary, but I think it’s just the opposite. Silence and too much open spaces are what really terrify me. I need the constant orchestra of traffic, drunken brawls, and noise restaurants to keep my sane.
Nonetheless a weekend on a farm was something new and really got me out of my comfort zone. I rode a horse! I caught a runway (naughty) chicken! I fed the birds! The only downside was getting very excited about these accomplishments and then witnessing my friend’s three-year-old cousin do the same things in half the time. Living on top of a 24/7 Duane Reade has really sheltered me from the real world, huh?
We also took a side trip to the lovely town of Eton: Let it be known that should I ever have a son he will be getting shipped off here for school.