Friday night we went to a "deportation" party for a few friends that are heading back to the states after being here for 2 years with Rolls-Royce. We will miss them, but are very excited for them to head back to family and friends.
Saturday morning, we woke up and headed to get some good ol' fashion American breakfast. There has been a place called the Warsaw Diner that advertises for a traditional American breakfast, so it has been on our bucket list for a while. The place was packed with people, so we were lucky to get a spot on the stools near the griddle. Jeff and I both got "The Big Easy", which was french toast, eggs, and sausage. It was a pretty large "American" sized portion so we left in a food coma and decided to take a walk.
We visited this large cemetery we've been meaning to make a special trip to see. It was a very large cemetery, but ill-kept. It appeared that they were still mowing the grounds, but not taking the time to weed around the stones, which was sad. Afterwards we stopped in a few shops to look around. We found a beautiful furniture store. It only used wood from old or run-down buildings in Nottingham. There were some amazing tables, mirrors, and all sorts of decor. I'd love to buy something from there before our time is up...although a table is probably not a likely choice.
Later that afternoon, we headed to the town square where there was a festival. It is amazing how many times we can walk down to the square and see tents set up. We are never sure of the celebration, but often times you can figure it out. We "think" this one was in support of England playing Italy in the World Cup on Saturday night. At least that is our thoughts with a "Come on England" sign on one of the buildings. Who knows? We both grabbed a burrito from one of the tents, and headed home. The burrito just made me crave some authentic Mexican food from home. Watch out Los Amigos! (Local Mexican restaurant at home) There is a chance that might be the only thing I eat when I come home next.
England played Italy in the World Cup at 11:00 or as my clocks say 23:00, so we headed down the road to a local pub to watch the game. It was pretty intense, and I honestly didn't care who won (sorry English friends). Jeff was great and did a great job rooting on England. I told Jeff when we left that I should have been cheering for Italy since I actually own a football sweatshirt. Ha! It was a fun environment, and would have been very comparable to a night out downtown watching the Colts Vs. the Broncos. The fans were excited, and a little too excited as the first attempted goal made everyone in the bar cheered. They were all quite embarrassed afterwards considering the goal didn't go in! It was pretty funny to see their reactions after thinking the goal was made and realizing it was just "close". We watched England lose, and headed home around 1:00.
Not the best picture, it was too dark to get a good one.
It was a nice, relaxing weekend. Soon enough another round of craziness will happen! Until then...
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