Rocky beaches, Green Wine, Accents, etc.

Brighton Beach. Now, Brighton isn’t where I’m staying, but it is a 15 minute train ride south to the very popular beach town.  “Beach” meaning purely next to water-in this case the English Channel. It’s a rocky, unforgiving sort of beach, but perfectly suited for beer drinking, and for some brave souls, swimming (more like frolicking in a crazy manner to keep the blood flowing after the initial shock of freezing temperatures). People have been there in droves all the times I’ve been so far, and it’s a really pleasant place to be when the sun is shining and you’re walking on the boardwalk, hot or not. The Pier has all manner of carnival-esque attractions, none of which we rode because we value our lives. However, when I was in Brighton just Wednesday the weather was downright gorgeous. The sun was shining, I dare say I was sweating. But no camera then-damn! That was the day that I had my first British “pie”. It was filled with all sorts of deliciousness. Goat cheese, spinach, sweet potato, cheddar. Yum! I’m really coming around on this savory pie thing that the Brits do. Just like chicken pot pie, which I loved when I was a kid, but much more wide-spread and found in virtually every pub/restaurant you walk into. Served with chips (delicious thick-cut fries, which I can’t get enough of) and green beans. I could eat pie for every meal.

After our pie lunch at a very cool place called The Mash Tun (where we found ourselves two days in a row), Jon and I made our way to an Asian market that Jon knew of a few blocks away. We were on a mission to find some Korean things to cook up, and we succeeded. Gochujang, glass noodles, mandu, and my favorite ramen were all for sale! The only thing missing, ironically enough, was kimchi.

I have to say it-I love Brighton. I love the vibe, I love the street style of its inhabitants, I love the architecture. It’s got everything I look for in a place to spend my time. And since it’s so close to Jon’s parent’s place, it’s the natural place for everyone to go.It’s like the Miami or South Beach of England-everyone goes there to enjoy the sea views and the sunshine (even if there isn’t very much of the latter).

And here is the quaint little village where I’m spending my time.

Like a lovely little postcard!

I know I may be just having some sort of traveler’s thing, loving this place, but I feel like the general attitude of the British people is really jiving well with me at this time. So many things that keep happening in America give me the chills-Arizona’s immigration laws, Texas’ Board of Education changing their textbooks, BP filling the Gulf with oil day after day, health care reform getting such terrible backlash..I could go on. And I don’t want to come across as whiny or holier than thou at all, because I love America. Adore it, really! (Ask anyone who has ever traveled with me and endured my shouts of USA!USA! at the drop of a hat) And I’m proud to represent my country, on a very modest level, when I travel. But I’m tired of being disappointed so often, and sometimes on such a large scale. It’s nice to go to a country that’s mostly gone through it’s growing pains, and is generally comfortable with who it is-multiple party system, crazy people, and all. And I KNOW that the UK, and England specifically, has it’s own-very large, very respectable-problems. But they’re just so damn CIVIL about it all! I’m just saying that this is how I feel now. I feel comfortable. And hopeful for America, eventually. Fingers crossed.

And now, time to get off the soap box for the evening. Vodka, red bull and World Cup await.