Trip to Cambridge

I've learned a few things on my way to Cambridge and shortly after arriving.

• The underground Tube in London truly is underground and feels that way. It's muggy and hot and reminded me of the mine I toured in Bolivia.
• If you need directions, the tour books are right: if you ask a Bobby for directions, they're friendly and helpful.
  
• It's possible for a human to move their mouth like Wallace from Wallace and Gromit. Yes, it's funny. No, I did not let myself laugh. (No, I don't know her name and she won't ever read this.)
  
• The term "cross-street" isn't used over here - as in, "What's the nearest cross-street?" when you're asking for directions. When I asked how they would ask the question, I received a blank look.

Cambridge has an odd way of making me feel stupid even though I know I'm an intelligent person. It was difficult to resist both laughing and feeling like an idiot when the following situation took place. I met two young people and their first question was, "What degree are you working on?" and when I answered, "I'm not working on one," they stared at me blankly. Then I asked them what degrees they're working on and the girl said something about a medical PhD in genetics and the guy said a PhD in history.

Oh right... I'm in Cambridge. They collect degrees around here.