Last day

Breakfast. No, no sausage rolls, yum-yums, or pasties. We had oatmeal. And it was actually kinda nice. It also turned out that we're going home with more than we came over, so we had to borrow a suitcase from Matt. Hopefully, we'll remember to give it back to him when he next comes to the States. It's another long drive to Manchester, and though we're sad to be leaving, it'll be nice to get home. If only there weren't that long plane flight in the middle...

In the airport, security seems much easier than at home. We're not sure how to take that, but given how much of a pain Dulles was on our way out, it's a relief. We find some lunch (Andrea's caprese sandwich was horribly lacking), mailed ourselves a postcard, and got on the plane. The flight was uneventful, though it might have been nicer to get some sleep (David spent most of the flight reading and watching movies). We got back to the house, spent some time unwinding with our cats (who seemed very happy to see us), and crashed. Fortunately, the next day was a holiday, so we had plenty of time to sleep in and relax.

All in all, we had an incredible time. We'd definitely go back in a heartbeat. Hell, we'd even consider moving there for a couple years (on the Conner plan), if we could both find work and if we could afford to keep our house here. England was quiet and beautiful, the food was fantastic, the people were friendly, and the sights were astounding. If you have a chance to spend a couple of weeks there, we highly recommend it!