Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Heaven and Hell



Well, we are safe and sound in York, and we very much appreciate everyone's prayers and good wishes. The weather has been significantly kinder to us over the past few days as well. All in all, we are quite glad to be "home" and are making progress at settling into our new life.

I know stories about foreign driving often bear similar validity and command all the eye rolling of a big fish tale, but I do feel compelled to share a couple of highlights from ours. I actually did fairly well with staying on the right (which means left) side of the road. KaT had to gasp a few times when I started to make a wide left turn, but there were no major mishaps in that regard. After stern warnings from a few friends who know, we were very worried about driving out of London. However, that turned out to be quite the easiest part. I didn't have to think much about sides of the road because there was always a car in front of me to follow. Also, although it took us a little while to realize that street signs are posted above the first story on the sides of buildings, it was nice that most streets had prominently displayed names. It was once we were out of London that the trouble began. Apparently the shires in northern England are not fond of visitors and have conspired to keep them out by using only provincial directives to aid in navigation. It's wonderful to know that such and such castle is down some road, but does not help much when one is looking for a Hertz Rent-A-Car or an Ikea. This problem is exacerbated by the fact that none, and I do mean NONE, of the roads here are straight, nor do they continue to bear the same name for more than a block or two. Thus, I may be on Road A going north, not even pass an opportunity to turn, and find myself doubling back on Road B without actually having done anything wrong. On our way from Leeds back to York after picking up some necessities at Ikea, KaT and were halfway to Manchester before we realized we'd headed in the wrong direction (laugh it up Joy and Andrew).

The city of York is absolutely breathtaking. On my facebook page I have uploaded a series of pictures taken just on a short walk back to our apartment after we dropped off our rental car. We haven't even had time yet to visit the famous sites, and already we have fallen in love with the quaint charm of our new city. It's amazing to us that the Victorian homes are the tacky new "eyesores" here! Every single street is rife with knick-knack shops, bakeries, tea rooms, pubs and plenty of major retailers, all housed in buildings from before America was a gleam in Benjamin Franklin's eye. I'm reasonably certain that the pub down the block from us was Tolkein's inspiration for "The Prancing Pony" in The Fellowship of the Ring and KaT has emitted many an audible squeal as we have walked by various tea houses and bakeries.

Unfortunately, we have to leave the charm of the streets and return home each night. We are living in university owned housing, and university owned housing is just university owned housing. None of the furniture matches, our couch is replete with conspicuous stains and the only room that does not have a tacky, industrial door is the bathroom, which has a glorified curtain. Oh yes, and I must mention the bathtub. Many of you know that in our last apartment we were only able to take a shower. Well, now we get to make up for all of the missed baths as our tub has no shower nor any way to possibly install either a shower head or a shower curtain. When in Rome, right? We are doing what we can to make it feel like home, but funds are limited and, even if they weren't, it just isn't a very appealing space. Even I find myself somewhat anxious when I'm here too long. I can't begin to imagine what it's doing to KaTrina.

We are trying to finish sorting out all of the amenities that we need so that we can begin our job hunt. We appreciate your prayers for patience and humility as we get accustomed to our new apartment. We will also be looking for jobs very soon and hope that those we find are at least somewhat fulfilling and marginally lucrative. We're specifically praying for some kind of opportunity for KaTrina to learn more about cake decorating and for her to be able to book a few wedding makeups here and there. My studies don't start for another week, but I have some placement tests in the coming days for which I would appreciate some divine intervention. Thank you all for your prayers and support. Hope to post again soon!

Friday, October 1, 2010

Actually in England


We are now officially in England, and are having quite a time adjusting (see exhibit A pictured left). It rained the day we got here...no, rain isn't the right word. It felt more like the earth had reached its saturation point and started trying to send the water back to the heavens and the heavens didn't want it so the only place for it to go was into every article of clothing KaT and I were wearing. It wasn't necessarily hard rain, it was just all the time rain that came at us from every direction. It wouldn't have been quite as bad if all of our bags had arrived with us. But, alas, it was not so, and so I was without waterproof shoes or a raincoat until late in the evening on day two. KaT fared better than I did with her umbrella until a bus came by and splashed her from head to toe with muddy street water.

It also wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't insisted on making the most of our time and money by walking from our hotel to Buckingham Palace. I wasn't a total monster to my wife, we went by Harrod's on the way. It turned out to be a longer walk than I expected, and I thought I could figure out a shortcut on the way back. I refused to believe we were lost when the road along which we walked stopped being the road along which we had been walking. I refused again when I saw a sign that said "City of Westminster" (for those of you who know London, we were trying to get back to Earl's Court). However, when I came to the intersection of Chesham Place and Chesham Place, I was forced to admit defeat. We got directions and eventually made it back in one piece. As I type this now, I am still listening to my sweatshirt drip in the shower three days later.

So the first day was a wash in more ways than one. However, day two was a shining success. It was dry, and we even saw the sun every now and then. Because we knew it was supposed to rain today (our third day in London), which turned out to be spot on, we chose to do our outdoor sightseeing when we could stay dry. We saw Picadilly Circus (aptly named), Trafalgar Square, St. James Park, Parliament and Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, London Bridge (underwhelming is an overstatement), Tower Bridge, the Tower of London, Shakespeare's Globe and Borough Market. That evening, we saw them all again from the London Eye. It was a glorious day and, despite the rain today, so was the next. I even got a little teary-eyed as I took in all the sights I had waited my whole life to see. We spent a great deal of time today in the British Museum, which houses the Sutton Hoo burial artifacts of an Anglo-Saxon king. Many believe the king was Readwald, who protected the exiled prince Edwin from the usurper Ethelfrith. A little esoteric, yes, but it is a story that has become very special to me. I find this to be a magical place, haunted by a time the world would do well to remember.

For those of you who are a little queasy with the seriousness in the close of the last paragraph, I will end with a little more humour (haha, "mour") for you. Things we've learned so far:
1) You can drink in public in this wonderful country. In fact, the guy's exact words were "you can vomit in the bloody street."
2) In lieu of subtitles, many television shows in the UK superimpose a person in the bottom right corner of the screen to sign for their hearing-impaired viewers.
3) Starbucks bathrooms and Asian tourists (the ones with with a leader holding a flag) are the same regardless of the continent.
4) In our experience so far all of the stereotypes about British food are pretty accurate. KaTrina's stomach tried to give her first bite of bangers and mash back to her mouth. Her exact words were, "It tastes the way dirty diapers smell." Yay for meat pies in pubs, because we would be starving without them!

Please pray for our safe travel to York tomorrow as I will be trying my hand at drive on the right side of the car and left side of the road. Also, we are anxious about finding jobs and whatever furnishings we may need that aren't provided in our flat. We know that God will provide and ask that he will help us in our unbelief. God bless and thank you all for your prayers and well wishes.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

On Formative Years and Coffee


Hello all,

I thought it would be appropriate to start this blog by honoring the person whose influence is most to blame for the career I'm about to pursue. My story begins as so many like it do, with a passionate teacher and a wide-eyed, ignorant little freshman. Gregg Darling saw to it that I stayed in his English classes through my junior year of high school (which was VERY unusual in a school of 1,700 students). He tried to keep me there my senior year, but I let other influences talk me into taking a light course load at the end.
Mr. Darling remains the only to teacher to every give me a D on a paper, which was without doubt the single most important grade I've ever received. He was the one who taught me that a great work of literature can become a lived experience, that knowledge was far more than the sum of the stuff one knows and that YOU NEVER, EVER, BASTARDIZE COFFEE WITH SUGAR. I must admit that I've not always observed the latter. Thank you, Mr. Darling, for taking time to teach your students every bit as well as you teach your subject. There are very few teacher like you, and I'm afraid your kind are those most preyed upon by overbearing administrations. It's a shame that it takes students so many years to find the words and maturity to appreciate your sacrifices, because it seems they are the only ones who ever will.

We leave on Tuesday, and covet everyone's prayers for safe travel and no surprises (i.e. lost luggage).

Best,

David Pedersen

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

I'm a blogger now.

Hello all,

KaT and I decided that one way we can keep people in the loop throughout our year in England is to start a blog. We are totally new to blogging, so if you have any suggestions for us, let us know!