And Just Like That, It Was Gone…

I’m speaking, of course, of 2010. I spent nearly two years saving and planning for 2010. The big 2010: the year I was going to do Europe!! Well I’ve been living the plan and spending the money and the year has somehow out-run me! I can’t believe I’ve lived here for eight months now. I feel like I haven’t even started yet.

So what have I been up to? Since the last time I wrote, the definite highlight has been going to the West End production of Les Misérables. Seeing that show in London’s west end was the only thing I really had my heart set on doing while in England and now I can tick that one off the list! It was beautiful… and the guy who played Jean Valjean was brilliant. Of course, as always, nothing could ever compare to the book but I’m really glad I went.

Then, after a couple of months in London with the freezing temperatures and heaviest snowfall for twenty years, I returned to Italy to spend some time with friends over Christmas and New Year’s. Besides, would you believe, I am STILL waiting on my registration with the Health Professionals Council. I lodged the application in June. They told me it would take four months… We are now two days away from January… Bureaucracy really is the Achilles heel of a well-functioning society. And let me tell you, England’s red tape could wrap the Earth up like a Christmas present and still have enough ribbon left for a couple of the other planets who might be jealous.

Anyway, I’m really looking forward to getting back to England and finding a job and an apartment. I’m getting over living out of a suitcase and constantly having to calculate how many kilos I’ve added to it! I keep having to leave things behind with random people or mail things back to myself so my suitcase stays at optimum flying weight!

Getting back to this year… Every December, I sort of think about the year to come, and get a sense of what I want that year to be about. I saw 2010 as a Fresh Start. Over 2008/9 many things in my life changed and this year was about starting again with new perspective, new purpose and a clean slate. I wanted to clear all my previous assumptions and preconceived ideas off the table and see the world, my life, the universe, and eternity with completely fresh eyes. I can honestly say, that now – in December! – I finally feel like the fresh start is here. I feel a shift in my thinking and perspective. I feel like I’m seeing the world with new eyes. It’s really liberating…!

And next year? Maybe I’ll tell you about it once next year actually arrives… stay tuned!

Pleasant Surprises

As you may have gathered from my last post I have experienced a few… let’s say… adjustment issues following my move to England. I mean, when a supermarket shelf full of pasta can reduce you to tears, something is wrong!

Over the past few weeks, however, I have taken some time to reflect upon my new surroundings. I’ve been in England for over a month now and I must admit that I had quite a number of preconceived ideas about this place that have turned out to be untrue.

First rule of travel: Don’t take people’s word for it. Go with a blank canvas and an open mind. See for yourself.

FALLACY #1: NO-ONE WILL BE NICE TO YOU IN LONDON

Ever since I can remember, I’ve heard people saying how unfriendly people are in this big, impersonal city; how the tube (underground train network) is the headquarters of rudeness and that no one in this town would even tip out the dregs of their Evian on you if you were on fire. Well. I’m sure that like everywhere on Earth, London has its rude and boorish types, but my experience to date has been quite the opposite of what I was told to expect. Let me tell you some heart-warming public transport stories!!

The Suitcase

As always I was carting around the big suitcase filled with all my worldly possessions. Hey when you're away from home for a year and a suitcase is all you've got - it's big ok! While Paddington Bear was one of my childhood heroes, it is not my goal in life to emulate him. The suitcase is more like a thorn in my side than a romantic travel icon.

So I was training it from St. Alban’s to Kent with a change at London Bridge. I got off at platform 5 and lugged the heavy suitcase UP a flight of stairs, and then down again to platform 1. Well I took too long doing that because just as I stepped onto the platform, the doors shut and my train departed… of course. So I asked a lady standing on the platform a couple of futile questions in the hopes that she knew the information I would need to go back upstairs to find out. “I’ll go have a check for you,” she said, dashing up the steps. She returned moments later and sympathetically informed me that the next train was leaving from platform 5. I’D JUST COME FROM THERE!! RRRRR!!

I was psyching myself up for another round of weight-lifting when a concerned older woman approached me: “You’re not going back up the stairs are you?”

“Yes I’m afraid I have to.”

“But you know, if you walk to the other end of the platform, there’s a ramp!”

“Oh thank you soooooooooo much!!!”

Wasn’t that nice of both of them?

Two points to England! However, I do have to score Italy highly in this area also because, over there, my suitcase and I have never approached a flight of stairs without some nice Italian man offering to carry it for me. That doesn’t happen here. I don’t think it’s because people aren’t as helpful; I think that there is a fear of intruding or giving the impression that they are a swindler hoping to take off with your stuff. The English are nothing if not exceedingly POLITE. Also, the litigation culture here is ca-razy and perhaps there is an unwritten rule that no-one risks putting out their back and consequently no-one risks being sued!

The Gentlemen

England was the birthplace of the Gentleman and from time to time this history manifests itself in even the most unlikely of places. It’s so refreshing to get on a train while some nice man stands aside to let you step in first. I’ve also noticed that English gentlemen do no walk through a door before a lady even if the door is already open and they happen to reach it first. They stand aside and wait till the lady has gone through. It’s so lovely! There are many other little examples, but suffice to say, chivalry is not dead!

FALLACY #2: THE ENGLISH ARE AS WARM AS THEIR WINTERS

I think it’s fair to say that there is a stereotype out there that British culture is lacking somewhat in emotion and warmth. The Italians had no qualms about pitying me as I left their vivacious, passionate, hospitable culture for "colder climes"!

English culture can be quite polite, reserved and subdued in the way people relate to each other… however I don’t believe that that equates to a lack of feeling. You know what I think? If affection, passion and ardour do not bubble over, they don’t disappear; they simply bore down into the depths of the heart. I haven’t been here very long, but I can already see that the English character has many qualities I admire very much. Adjectives like noble, decent, courteous and respectful are not often hailed as the height of adulation, but I think these virtues are indicators of an underlying substance of great worth. I look forward to finding out what is actually underneath the surface.

I mean what makes a man say this:

“God Almighty has set before me two great objects, the suppression of the slave trade and the reformation of manners.” (William Wilberforce, abolitionist, politician, author and all-round amazing human being).

Now Wilberforce is one of my heroes, but I think this statement is hilarious! Only an Englishman would say such a thing! But I love it. I love it and I’m determined to find out what makes this culture tick.