I had originally hoped to find an Indian family to stay with but when the doors didn’t open (no pun intended), I was happy to find a comfortable flat close to the bus, tube and charity above a furnishing store with three guys last Thursday. The store is owned by a British man, who grew up locally and whose father opened the shop in 1938. He had some great stories to tell over tea about how the community has changed since then. Two of the guys I live with are from Romania, and the other is from Granada-all of them are well traveled. We had a barbeque with the flat two doors down, housing three girls and one guy from India, Sri Lanka, Czech Republic and Canada. Thankfully they all speak English, and well enough to have our conversations vary from politics and the economic crisis to Halloween.
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Ben thanks for the site. I'm up very early and have enjoted the read. love ya Mom
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