I have been going through and linking back to my entries while abroad, and have realized something. I really didn’t like my time in the U.K!
It’s just a funny realization to me I guess, it’s to be expected. I wonder though how much of it was the personal family tragedy that happened during my first few weeks there, how much of it was season affective disorder (which I am a firm believer in ever since my stint in London) and how much of it was just the crappy timing. No more going outside the country during a highly contested election year!….lol
That should do the trick 🙂
On a larger note, I’ve been reading other (black) people’s travel blogs quite a bit lately and sort of struck at the differences of how people approach the new countries and peoples encountered. I’m loving the spectrum, from people like me, who don’t shy away from the bad and ugly (but still manage to talk about the good, right?) to others who have such beautiful pictures and descriptions that you almost want to call a travel agent and fly to China, Mexico, Italy.
I’m loving it. I have, though as of yet not found much info on black people in Syria (I know ya’ll exist). But no worries, I have several months before the next adventure!