Okay, I’m finally recovered enough from the ridiculousness of our return home (thanks a lot, Virgin!) to start posting about my trip.

We left a week ago to visit Adam’s mother (Cora) and stepfather (Ian) in the northern English countryside. We actually arrived at Heathrow Thursday morning, rented a car, and made our way up to them. And I did my first ever driving on British roads! I have to say, American roundabouts now seem ridiculous and also far less terrifying compared to those in the UK.

We stopped in Stratford-Upon-Avon on the way to see where Shakespeare was born.

We didn’t do the full-on tour, we didn’t have the time. But Adam did take some appropriately cheesy photos of me outside of Bill’s house.

The Shakespeare Centre looks amazing, I would like to go back someday and walk around it.

It’s actually a pretty cool town, Stratford-Upon-Avon.

After spending hours in traffic, in the rain, with some heart-stopping moments with me behind the wheel (you’re not supposed to stop at British roundabouts, very different from American ones) we made it to Cora and Ian’s. And they had some seriously lovely lamb and apricot stew waiting for us, along with a nice fire and a very fluffy cat. Heaven after a day on the road.