I have a tendency of thinking every human facet as a metaphor. I love comparing things in a way that people, when analyzing the metaphors, look back into the original dilemma, and act on it in an honest, human way.
Britain, land of the Fish and Chips…my study abroad in London started with some prejudices of the lovely Brits, their bland food. I have to agree and disagree. London’s famous Fish and Chips tasted like NOTHING at all. Not even the vinegar that it comes with it added any flavor at all. The fish actually tasted like fried batter with barely any fish meat.
But I didn’t settle with the bad reputation of Britain’s food. As my laziness for cooking progressed during my two-month stay in the beautiful city, my palate persisted on trying new local restaurant foods, and my wallet proceeded to empty accordingly.
I had been mentally preparing myself to go two months without a proper gym while studying abroad in London. I was 200% sure I was going to gain at least 5-10 solid pounds while eating, drinking my face off, and not working out as rigorously as I had been while in the States. I was okay with that.