Hemel Hempstead has been exceptionally kind to us. Everyday we've had a walk about town and a sumptuous meal in the evening. I've definitely learned that trifle is served best from a margarita glass, and if Granny says she'd like to see you eat something, it means you are going to have to eat it right then and there in front of her (and it will most likely be a piece of fruit.)

We also got the full pub experience when we went to The Post Office Arms, aka The Patch, an old stomping ground of my mother's. Upon entering, our ears were assailed with hearty shrieking from excited British football fans. After nearly sweating to death waiting for our drinks, we managed to find our way to the back patio- despite the blinding glare reflected from the multitude of receding hairlines, and hazy smog of cigarettes. Even the patio had the game playing and we enjoyed the people watching the game more than the game itself. We have had tea in the nursery and leisured through the British country side, but our time of pints and pampering must come to an end (for now). Tomorrow we are off to a land neither of us has been before, Sicily. While England is far from New Mexico being here has still felt like home. Going to truly a new place for the first time is daunting but we are not deterred! People often fear what they do not know, I hope in my life to look back and say I came to know what I feared and was friendlier for it. New horizons await... And new times zones haha! Let's hope that the sandman doesn't weigh on our eyes too much in our next chapter!