So, one Saturday I board a plane in Madrid. When I get on the plane, it is about 80 degrees outside. Two hours later when I get off the plane in Bristol, England, it's 32 degrees out. Keep in mind that this was during my "spring" break. I was pissy. Balancing out the frosty chills of English weather, though, was the abundance of warm English hospitality with which I was greeted at the airport. My friend Sam lives in Bristol, and since I was coming back to England through his home city, I planned to spend a couple nights at his
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