The fif one

So at this point you’ve heard about almost everything. Except day fieeeeeeve and the trip home. Aren’t you excited? After cramming a ridiculous amount of sightseeing, culture, shopping, walking, tubing and food into the first four days, on the day before we left, we took it easy. Kind of. We dropped Alistair off at hisContinue reading “The fif one”

Oh you fancy, huh?

Normally I’m not a fan of Mondays. They are not my favorite. In fact, I most often refer to them as my nemesis (nemeses?). But the Monday I spent in England? Best one I’ve had in as long as I can remember. Of course, any day immediately increases in potential when it starts with oneContinue reading “Oh you fancy, huh?”

And on the third day…

…they went to see the queen. Well, her house anyway. Sunday morning we, along with probably a million other people, headed for Buckingham Palace, to watch the changing of the guard. We somehow managed to get pretty close to the fence, which really is still pretty dang far from the action. But at least weContinue reading “And on the third day…”

Dazzled by the pudds

You guys, people say England isn’t known for its food. And to that, I say, “Pshaw,” on account of some of the best food I’ve ever eaten I had when I was in England. For reals. England should be known for its deliciousness. And, because we are American, we took pictures of pretty much everythingContinue reading “Dazzled by the pudds”