A hearty homemade English breakfast. That was the first thing to expect that day after I opened my eyes. People think it's greasy, and some say it's barely edible. Many of my Taiwanese friends are disgusted by the baked beans, something that makes English breakfast what it is.
I don't eat pork. But I really wanted to try a homemade version of English breakfast. I didn't even bother explaining to my host about my dietry preference. I ate whatever was put on the table (thank goodness there was no black pudding!). I devoured everything like a hungry animal, then I noticed how gracefully my hosts were consuming this delightful meal. That was when I realised that this was because I was reluctant to leave this country.
After this meal, only heaven knows when I'll be able to enjoy a homemade English breakfast again. Or even when I'll be in this country again! So I wanted to stuff everything I saw into my tummy and take it home with me!
Everything will become part of a beautiful memory.
This memory will belong to me, and me alone. Only heaven knows how long and how hard I've worked to get myself to the UK - a process that wouldn't have fruitful results without the help and support of family and friends.
I thank the heavens for giving me a second experience with this lovely place. I got to finish what I didn't do when I left after my first stay.
One English breakfast.
One English couple.
Three weeks of travelling.
Realisation of a dream a year ago.
Of a ten-year dream...
Have now all become memories of my entire lifetime...