Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Winters at home and abroad

Lasted a whole day.

Winter in St Andrews is weird. It doesn't snow here. It's not even cold really. I read Bill Bryson's book, Notes from a Small Island, in senior year before I moved here and took his view that British people are obsessed about the weather with amusement and skepticism. 

But he's right. 1 centimeter of snow - that melts after no longer than a day - and the weather forecasters are out blasting grave warnings to travelers like it's the end of the world. Trains are delayed for hours, everything's a mess, and every public service is incompetent. In times like this I get sooo self righteous and American. I don't know where it comes from. I don't have an ounce of patriotism, but then I'm all "This would NEVER happen in Minnesota" or "You need to import a Minnesotan to clean up this mess."

It's something about being abroad. I never knew I was so American. 

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