In just a few short days I’ll be on my way back to Texas! This will be my first visit since we moved to London almost three years ago. To say that I’m completely overwhelmed is an understatement. I just don’t know how I’m going to feel. I’m sure it will be an emotional week reuniting with family and friends, not to mention my only child is getting married! It will be a whirlwind week of excitement and Tex-Mex.
I’m really looking forward to see these two again.
My brother and my dad were here earlier this year for our epic road trip. I’m surprised they are still speaking to me. It was their first trip to the UK and within hours I had loaded them up in the car and we hit the road.
Looking back, it probably wasn’t the best plan. I wanted to show them EVERYTHING. This meant they spent nine days in the back seat of our car as we drove to Wales, ferried over to Ireland, drove up to Northern Ireland, ferried over to Scotland, drove through the highlands and then all the way back to London. It was way too ambitious but we managed to squeeze it all in, making wonderful memories along the way.
It was an absolute joy to share this place with them. From the second I arrived on this side of the pond, there has been this constant thought in my head about my family. “I wish they were here. They would love this!” Every time one of them comes to visit, I feel complete, a dream fulfilled.
Having them here was just perfect. I knew my brother would love this place as much as I do and I was right. I just had to look at him as he gazed out over the Highlands to know exactly how he was feeling. It was one of those moments I’ll tuck away forever.
My dad is the photographer in the family. I can't wait to see the photos he took of our trip. My brother is an emergency room nurse (so proud of him). So, of course, we had to go see the Florence Nightingale statue.