The following is the start of a new series of guest posts – have you visited Britain for the first time and want to share your journey and experiences? Please do contact Blimey! to see YOUR story here. blimey Carrie Marshall: I can’t remember when I first became an Anglophile. Maybe it was seeing Colin Firth (wait. I mean, Mr. Darcy) and his beautiful house at Pemberley in the BBC’s adaptation of Pride and Prejudice so many years ago. Maybe it was Shakespeare’s poetry, English gardens or C.S. Lewis’s Narnia or Earl Grey tea. All I know is I have had a love affair with all things British for many, many years now. The only thing was I had never actually been there. I was living vicariously through documentaries and those who are actually from or had stepped foot on British soil and had shared their experiences with me. That is, until one day last October; the very same day the biggest storm in a decade hit London on October 27, 2013. This trip all came about because of a song. It’s a unique story and an explanation will be forthcoming, but for now instead of waxing poetic about the fabulous places to visit in this vibrant, historically and artistically rich, inspiring city, here’s some first impressions of some differences we Americans and Brit’s may take for granted: 1 – Roads in England seem really small and squashy. It’s a miracle cars can fit. As my husband and fellow first-timer to London said, “There seem to be sections of the road for bikes, dogs, cats, pedestrians and then finally the cars, which all come from every direction.” I personally am a big fan of the commuting bicycles with baskets on them. They look like they belonged on a quaint road in the countryside with a picnic basket and flowers strapped to the back. However, Londoners seem quite adept at maneuvering the streets of the city on them as well. I watched one cyclist in awe as she rode in the center of the street, cutting of other automotive drivers with the ease of a NYC cab driver, traffic be damned. However in NYC, she’d be run over. London drivers seem very patient in sharing the road with these two-wheeled, basket commuters. I didn’t hear one car honk at her. 2 – They drive on the wrong side of the road. Speaking of roads, it took us all week to finally remember which way to look when crossing the street because, of course, they drive on the wrong side there. Thankfully London is very thoughtful (or got tired of all the emergency assistance needed for visitors struck by a vehicle or basket-clad bicycle) because they paint an arrow on the actual road telling you which way to look for cars. How convenient and thoughtful. 3 – The Food is Fabulous! I was prepared by some of my American friends to expect bland, boring cuisine because the English only live on fish and chips without any seasoning. I was tempted to pack spices in my suitcase, but thought better of it. Needless to say, my American friends were very wrong. The food in London was fabulous!! There was such an array of ethnic variety