From the very beginning of my trip to England, I was greeted with warm hugs, roundabouts, a full and delicious plate of shepherds pie, minced pies, and cups of tea. The first day started with the hand that I love to hold, a walk around town, catching up, telling stories, and sharing life… it was all nothing but special. We strolled around the quaint English village where there wasn’t one thing in town that I didn’t point to or squeal over, what can I say, when I visit a new place, I don’t want to miss out on anything! I’ll never be one to get over those old brick buildings, the narrow cobblestone streets, the chimney tops aligned, and those colored doors… yes, those colored doors, how they get me every time.