Faversham

Faversham, however you say it. Michaela and I went there for maybe two or three hours. Not much. We got off the bus at the very last minute before it took us back to Canterbury and walked back into Faversham Town Centre through Love Lane. We caught the end of a small farmer's market. It was raining. Today was a perfect example of England's finest weather. Got a baguette at a baguette place. Was whatever, I mean it wasn't something I loved or hated. I had ham, mature cheese, and lettuce. Then went for a Nutella crepe. Michaela got the Pleasure Pud: Nutella, bananas, strawberries, nuts, and whip cream, oh my. Walked through the little town and found a bus back. The bus back was horrible. It was filled with Hogwarts middle schoolers. Annoying little things. Witnessed bullying at it's finest. 


Checklist:

• Wanted to point out the major coffee chains: Costa, Pret a Manager, and Nero.
• Saw a correct car, one that had the steering wheel on the left side. 
• When walking anywhere, people suck. It's like playing chicken, trying to weave through people because they could care less. Sometimes, I have to wait for people to pass because they are so ignorant to move a few inches to the side. 
• Cemeteries are strange here, and filled with moss. 

Also, I'm sick. Miserably sick. Coughing, runny nose, sneezing, hot and cold flashes. Remember my sty? It was on my left eye. Yesterday I had a horrible pressure, not a headache but pressure and tension on my left side of my head including my eye. It's thankfully gone because it was unbearable (I insanely went to a pub crawl with it). Today, my left side of my face, mainly below my eye is in pain. Especially if I touch it, it hurts like a bad bruise. I really don't want to die in England, and only one month in (joke).