Alyssa's and my first days across the pond got off to a proper start. We each began with separate, but equal, arrivals in Heathrow Airport. Mine began with minding the gap on route to the Underground and then a train ride. Alyssa's began with hugs, kisses, more hugs and kisses and then a car ride as the sun rose over the M25. Through her jet lagged eyes, came sights of the countryside and friends that would be her home for the coming months. Our car journey ended with a warm welcome that involved more hugs and large amounts of coffee, tea and artisan pastries arranged for us and lovingly planned by people we love and would be lost without.
Our afternoon unfolded before us and involved walks and talks and laughs. We dashed in and out of charity shops and local market stalls. We learned about the town of Leighton Buzzard, walked through the church grounds and marveled about the large amount of history to be found in such a small town. Next, into more and more little shops and then a lovely lunch of local cheeses, bread and fruits. Back out in the perfect English drizzle to snap up specialty treats at the grocery stores before participating in the Big Garden Birdwatch that was going on all over England. The evening was rounded out by visiting the "best pub in the world," The Black Lion and then eating curry. Thoughts of "That's alright," filled our hearts and dreams.
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