Whew, trip is over. \u00a0I was particularly happy to get back home after this voyage\u00a0for some reason. \u00a0Old age perhaps. \u00a0I was out of gas, that’s for sure. \u00a0In retrospect I think I can say “good trip,” but it was time to leave the UK. \u00a0It’s not a well-kept secret that I tend to get a little anxious travelling by myself, and that was coming to a head quickly. \u00a0I swear if I had to ask one more person to repeat themselves because I couldn’t understand the combination of mumble-mouth accent and made-up words, there was going to be an international incident. \u00a0I’d list “highlights” as the architecture, the cask ales, and work went pretty well too. \u00a0On the “lowlight” side would be the food, the weather, and every single resident of the country. \u00a0I say that about half-jokingly, maybe a little more. \u00a0They were actually quite nice and very accommodating on the whole. \u00a0The fierce resistance to changing their customs to suit my day-to-day routine had me a bit put off though.<\/p>\n
But, it’s all “last week” now, I’m semi-comfortably back home. \u00a0I say “semi” because I’m still just a bit jet-lagged. \u00a0Eight hours is a harsh time switch. \u00a0And of course I made the poor decision to go wine tasting with some friends Sunday after getting back, I don’t think that helped things. \u00a0Probably should have unwound for the day. \u00a0Oh well, why start making sound decisions now?<\/p>\n\n\t\t