Grocery Shopping from Macedonia

Do you ever feel like everyone around you has been given express directions that you somehow missed?

That is how shopping at Lidl's feels. Nothing is ever in any sort of order, and just getting into the store is like a puzzle from the Da Vinci Code. For those of you who have ever been to an Aldi in the states, I have been told it is similar.

The problem, though, isn't the store itself, so much as the products don't come in English. I am not joking. We are choosing our groceries based on the sign nearest to the product, and the picture on the front. Our Apple Juice is in (I think) Polish, our Orange Juice is in German, we do, however have some products that have English on them, like our eggs and lunchmeats, but the majority of our items are in another language that we have trouble figuring out where it comes from.

Also, at Lidl's, no one speaks English very well, and we have a hard time understanding when we do something wrong or ask a question. All in all, it makes for a very unintentionally funny situation. Imagine 5 college students, all relatively lucid, trying to figure out where the 'English' muffins are. It is really kind of funny when you think about it.


ANYWAY. Week two of classes is underway, and I am once again ensconced in the sanctuary of the London Center. This weekend was fun, and our club experience was really far less terrifying that I had originally thought.

****NOTE TO ALL IC STUDENTS WHO ARE STUDYING ABROAD AND PLANNING TO DRINK***** the ISIC card that we get, is not real ID. Apparently, they sell them on the internet for like... $10. Rachel Cullenen lied to us. BRING YOUR US LICENSES!

Seriously. We learned this the hard way. The hard and embarassing way.


The Weary Traveller.


More Next time on classes, our flat, and all that jazz