We really did make it to England and back. Sometimes I still can’t believe it. The trip went off without a hitch (after the thunderstorm in Denver that made us miss our connecting flight to London, of course). Actually, the trip went better than I ever could’ve imagined! It was, by all accounts, perfect. Not too busy, not too slow. The perfect balance of everything. The person who planned this trip is a really good planner.
So here are a few pictures to prove that we were in England. We took these pictures on August 12th, the day we had officially been married ten years. We spent an hour and a half walking around looking for an Italian restaurant that no longer existed because our b&b had failed to update their “Restaurants of Bath” list. We ended up at another Italian place after a local guy saw us arguing about restaurants and looking at our map. Happy anniversary, indeed.
Of course, if we hadn’t gotten lost, we wouldn’t have found this old wall and taken these great anniversary pictures with our camera propped up on another old wall. There are a lot of old walls in England. In fact, the one thing that surprised me the most about England was how old everything was. Not how old everything was. But how old everything was! I just didn’t expect it all to be old. Though I did mention to Marc that they may want to consider just clear-cutting it all, starting over, and thinking about roads and driving in their city planning. Just a thought.
Anyway. Back to the wall. I just wanted to put up a picture that would prove we really made it to England. So I give you an old graffitied wall in Bath, UK where we kissed on our tenth anniversary.