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Borough Market of London - Become An Illegal Immigrant - Sign Up Here

If there's one experience, less dreaming, we often take for granted in our lives- it's the consumption of food. Everyday we swallow a ton of it, and yet we give little thought to how food can become apart of us, even shape our perspective of life by the social interactions that surround it.

Food has changed a lot since I was a girl. Grocery stores now sell shelf-ripened, chemical enhanced, seed cloned varieties of vegetables designed for profit rather than taste. On occasion I'll frequent local markets and farms for my fresh vegetables, spices, breads, however unlike the major cities of Europe where a centralized market exists, and accessible by public transportation- our ability to obtain such quality food is often expensive and time consuming.

One of my favorite markets, and one of the best in the world, is the Borough Market in London. It's actually an unlikely tourist spot, and I probably wouldn't have known about it, if it wasn't for the advice I was given …

Getting Back To Oz

The Oz Factor is a term to describe the strange, seemingly altered state of consciousness commonly defined as "the sensation of being isolated, or transported from the real world into a different environmental framework...where reality is but slightly different, [as in] the fairy tale land of Oz."It's been about a week since we flew back from London. I feel like I've returned home to some shadow of reality. I've managed to remaster driving on the right side of the road again, yet can't explain why I feel so lonely in my large American car. Perhaps I feel isolated in my vehicle because I'm not sharing the company of a few hundred of my neighbors as Londeners do on the Tube. Local etiquette has me perplexed. I don't believe once that I heared "cheers" from anyone as I checked out at my local grocery store nor did the cute guy I accidentally on purpose bumped into comfort me by saying "no worries, love."  The British may avoid saying…

Shakespeare's Globe Theatre and the Undrinkable Bottle of Mead.

One of our most anticipated visits while in London was the Shakespeare's Globe theatre. We felt some sort of odd connection to this almost holy sanctuary for actors, as two former drama majors who had studied the Globe, performed Shakespeare, and began our relationship in a theater. The Globe is by far one of the more expensive things to do in London, even just for a tour, but it's probably one of the most worthwhile adventures, though vacation cliches you'll never regret. More to the point, since this is a reincarnation of William Shakespeare's Globe theater, and it is a work in progress, your money helps further the construction and return of the Globe theater.

Admission was about £9, which I think we would have spent anyways on the account of the fact they had a toilet inside and we had to go as a result of too many beers in the local pub. Inside the centre, (the outer complex that surrounds the actual theatre,) there's a lot of hands-on exhibits. From original S…

Stonehenge - A message in time.

One of the things I dreamed about as a child was visiting Stonehenge. When I found out that I in fact might get a chance to walk among one of the most historic ruins on Earth, many suggested it was "just a pile of rocks". They're wrong of course, these rocks are some of the oldest man-made stone sculptures in the world, and to be within a few feet of them is one of the most humbling moments of my existence that I can ever recall.

But why are they there? More importantly, where is there? For those have you who've been to Stonehenge, you know it's in the middle of modern nowhere. (Prior to the Roman invasion and their subsequent revisions, this area would have been a thriving community and trade route.) Today, from London it was about a two hour drive on what the sat-nav system lists as "major roads". Let me clarify, that the British's definition of "major-roads," is roads without shoulders and lanes that are barely enough to walk on, let alo…