I've landed.

I'm here in America. To be precise I am now finally in San Diego. I spent a glorious sunny day in LA, at Knottsberry Farm, and now my Dad has driven us down to San Diego.

There are a few things I'd like to get off my chest.

1. My Dad is MY DAD! FOR GOD'S SAKE! He is not my boyfriend/husband etc. Let me explain where this outburst has come from!
 It all started in England, at the Heathrow Virgin Lounge "Welcome Mr and Mrs Morgan..." WHAT! Er, no. I am no golddigger wife, thank you. Dad laughed it off saying "Miss Morgan," Cue hearty laugh hearty laugh whilst I stood awkwardly beside Dad, a smile fakily positioned on my face. The confusion continued. At passport control in America, a very nice man checking our passports and my Visa proceeded to ask us "So how are you two...um..." RELATED? Yes, he is my FATHER! Since then, no one else has said anything along those lines but I've become extremely paranoid. Every other person I see I think is possibly judging me for walking around with my Dad. Throughout Knottsberry Farm I kept thinking up excuses to use the word 'Dad'. It got to the point where we would pass a group of people and I would say "Dad?" "Yep," "Nothing." Literally, I was desperate to make sure everyone knew I wasn't some kind of golddigger - and I'm not saying all young people who marry people despite an incredible age gap are golddiggers but still. I would love to say I am one of those types of people who simply do not care what others think but that would be a total lie. I do care. Quite a bit.


2. American portion sizes. WOW! They must get quite a shock when they come to England. They must think we starve ourselves. I have been quite lucky and managed to pick American foods that don't come automatically in XXXXL such as Fruit Salad and shrimp, but my Dad hasn't been so lucky (although he might say he's been incredibly lucky). The amount of fries he got with his already huge burger at lunch was about four times the portion of large McDonald's fries, meanwhile, his pudding last night was bigger than our main meals (we had used a voucher the hotel had given us so I'm guessing that's why they weren't Killer Whale size) and the ice cream sccops are as big as two fists placed on top of one another! It is incredible! I know I won't go hungry here very soon!

3. Driving on the right side of the road is just plain weird. I found myself totally panicking when my Dad began to do left hand turns etc as I felt we were going the wrong way and were going to crash into oncoming traffic. Luckily my Dad is a very good driver (except spending 10 minutes when we first hired the car trying to figure out how to turn off the handbrake) and can drive easily through California with no problems. I, meanwhile, continue to freak out in the passenger's seat.

4. How many Spanish related things are there? All of the road names seem to be in Spanish (except two places I saw called Birmingham and Manchester Avenue which made me laugh quite a bit), and it was a struggle to find a radio station that wasn't Spanish. I know this will all come in handy when I start learning Spanish once more but seriously? i didn't realise how in touch America was with it's nearby neighbours!

5. Tea. Why are there teabags in a hotel room but no kettle? Just one of those coffee maker grinder things. America is clearly a country which loves it's coffee but it is no place for us tea drinkers. When I asked for tea at a restaurant they went through a billion different flavours before they came to 'Black'. Yep, you're not in Kansas anymore Lissy, there is no 'English Breakfast' tea. I also have to remind myself to ask for milk as I keep forgetting and end up with something that looks similar to pond water. I am so grateful to my little sister who gave me a box of teabags before I left. In my room in San Diego, there were two teabags provided - Cinnamon and Apple (WHAT!) and Earl Grey (more normal). I have never routed through my suitcase more desperately for anything in my life. I then microwaved some water and proceeded to make myself some PROPER tea. To say I was a bit smug afterwards is a bit of an understatement.

Well that's it for now. Once I realise how to plug my new camera into my computer I will start uploading pictures but for now, Hasta luego!