And is there honey still for tea?

By some unfortunate circumstances, we were back. All four of us at once, something that is extremely uncommon. My dad, my mum, my sister and me. We met in the airport at London, Heathrow. I almost felt like I had never left.

South Carolina to London is the longest flight I have ever been on. To put it plainly, it was exhausting. Especially because I stepped off of a plane directly into a car headed for a tourist destination: Windsor Castle.

Windsor Castle is the Queen's "favourite house," if by house you can possibly mean some place so large. It is beautiful, and it is filled with so many wonders. My favourite, the dollhouse. My dad must know me pretty well, as he dragged the rest of our family through this section just so I could see it. It was exquisite. A miniture picture perfect world.

The night was spent in a beautiful english country house gone hotel. It was traditionally furnished, and it is said that Queen Elizabeth left it to her lover.

The next day we headed to Bath. This is a historically roman town tucked in the corner of England. The Roman Baths after which the town is named are in unbelievably good shape.

Despite the circumstance, it was good to have a little of home back for such a short time.
It was even better to have the huge family dinner that closed the weekends events.



There is always a silver lining to every dark cloud.