My journey to the British school began with a long journey (I had to book transit tickets through Moscow, since I was from Perm). As it turned out, the journey between Russian airports is not the worst, because directly to Heathrow I was able to make sure that England is truly a country of queues: we had to stand on waiting for passport control for almost an hour and a half. The officer asked me to show in addition to the passport a letter from the immigration service, as well as CAS: this is a special document that your college or school gives you and where it is written, in which course and program you will study. For the sake of justice, I note that the verification of documents itself was quick, and all employees were polite and smiling. Hello, England!
I was met by a man from college: a nameplate, everything is as it should be. Very pleasant, sociable driver and escort. Alas, on the way to Cambridge, we managed to grab a penalty on the famous M25 highway for the fact that the driver drove to the lane on which the accident occurred. 100 pounds of penalty for an erroneous strip ... So I found out that in England the laws are really worth honoring, otherwise it's more expensive. By the way, I note that on the day of my arrival the bright sun was shining and it was +26 degrees! Well, where are the promised fogs and rain?
Cambridge himself fell in love with me at first sight. Although it is a very small town (it is home to only 120 thousand people), it is incredibly cozy, original, friendly and clean: pensioners are walking, children are frolic, countless students are hurrying ... The whole outskirts of Cambridge is very reminiscent of Little Winding town from Movies about Harry Potter (remember where the Dursleys lived?). The houses are small, low-rise buildings, lots of greenery, including the legendary well-groomed English lawns.
My host family's house is in the Cherry Hinton area: this is, as they say in Russia, Sleeping area, but to reach the center very easily and quickly, which made me bribe when choosing. My hostess (the host, as they are called here) is called Veronika: this is a miniature elderly woman with a soft smile and voice, working in regular time at the local hospital as an administrator. Very friendly, pleasant in communication, benevolent. She took me to the student room: I arrived first (another student was expected) and was able to choose a bigger room, in addition, with the best Internet signal - the router is right under my bed. The furnishings are standard (beds, table, chair, wardrobe), but very cozy, and from the window - a beautiful view of the common courtyard, well maintained and quiet.
When it was time for dinner, I appreciated the British punctuality: Veronica warned me that dinner is served at 18:00 and was not late for a minute . To me, exhausted by the trip, the table seemed just a gift of fate: the hostess prepared a pie with mushrooms and chicken, vegetables, potatoes with meat sauce and dessert - yogurt with a generous portion of strawberry jam. Veronica had dinner with me: during the conversation it turned out that she had a birthday on her day of arrival clearly! Alas, I did not even have any souvenirs in my suitcase, so I apologized and jumped out to the nearest supermarket for flowers and a postcard. How touched she was! I was even surprised to admit: after all, the British are very friendly and polite people.