Life lesson of the day: Continetal Breakfasts are not worth it!
Sometime you should ask me about my first trip to Europe and my breakfast experience in Scotland. For those of you who know the story, I just had another one here in the hostel in London. After meeting Andrew in our hostel room last night (a perfectly charming Scotsman down from Inverness) I was thinking this hostel thing might just not be the worst idea I’ve ever had. Alas, breakfast rolled around and I am left once again wondering if maybe I’ve lost my marbles.
If I could impart one thing to the Brits it would be the idea of refrigerated buffets. Still not there so I downed some luke warm OJ and left. I figured a little vitamin C couldn’t be a bad thing. Brandon and I both came back upstairs for a little computer fix and I can only hope the other three will emerge from the dungeon shortly hopefully unscathed by the warm milk and crowds of children. Yes, there are children here but I’m still a little too bitter to comment. I thought we were staying at a hostel where only 18-35 year-old people were allowed. Boo
We are off!
What are you talking about J, Hostel breakfasts are amazing! All the toast and warm milk you could ever dream of…Heck they even had granola in one or two of them!
And what’s wrong with stewed tomatoes and kippers, I might ask?
A lot of things but we didn’t even get that. We had smooshed bread that was so badly smooshed it didn’t toast well, luke warm milk, and corn flakes in a basket with a sccop. After 7,000 children had been through the line it looked more like corndust than cornflakes. Add milk to corndust and what do you get – Jacelyn walking out without eating breakfast is what you get. Thank God for those Fred Meyer granola bars I stuffed in my bag before we left home!