Let's Start from the Beginning

Take Me Back to England

A view of the English Coast Line at dawn from our Virgin Atlantic flight.

I figure it may be good to take you all back to the beginning. I was twelve years old when I first went to visit my family in England. I had no idea what to expect, it wasn't that long ago, but long enough that the internet wasn't available. I knew Prince William lived there, and what Big Ben looked like. But like most pre-teens, my view of the world was limited and I was more concerned with 5th period lunch breaks than the Trooping of the Colour. I didn't know then my life would be forever changed by this incredibly beautiful land, and I would never be the same. I've always felt at home when I go to the UK, which may be in part to the fact that I have family there. But apart from the obvious things, I've never felt like I was in another country. Needless to say, my first two weeks in the UK was a whirlwind of family visits, trips to Wales, a trip to Scotland for the Military Tattoo in Edinburgh, London, the Cotswolds, and Manchester. But it was the first of many trips I would be fortunate enough to take. One thing is for sure, England keeps calling me back...

Dana XX