I don’t know if it was all the English kidlit I read growing up, or just something to do with the British pieces of my family tree, but ever since I was a wee tot I’ve wanted to go to England in the worst way. If I had to pick just one place, I guess I’d go to London—but I’d like to have enough time to just roam all over the country.
Nearly went just before hubby and I got engaged. I’ve planned several trips since, but something always seems to throw a monkey wrench in the works.
