Overwallop

From a small table in a quiet English countryside garden I sit drinking my tea and reminisce. Was it really only 3 days ago that I was sweating in the hot sun of Costa Rica? Spencer and I have a passion for travel but I would say we like the being somewhere different better than the actual traveling. A taxi, a bus, a ferry, another bus, another taxis, and yet another bus brought us to a plane. From San Jose, Costa Rica to London, England was long.

 In a daze it was a miracle that Spencer and I made it without a hitch to Westminster. As we came up from the underground train I felt my eyes were playing some kind of trick on me as I looked straight at Big Ben. We found our dear friend Rollo who we spent a solid 3 months with in Mozambique, Africa and toured around Parliament. Rollo works in Parliament and so we got to put our luggage in his office while he showed us around. We then boarded a train to Overwallop. We arrived an hour later at Rollo’s parents beautiful home and I was handed a Pimm’s (a local favorite lemony gin drink.) and a magazine about the Royal wedding and went upstairs to have a nice hot bath. It had been a month since I had felt hot water come out of a faucet and I fully soaked it up. ;)  Rollo’s mum made a wonderful stew and an absolutely incredible chocolate mousse. Yet after 30 hours of no sleep, and a series of traveling exasperations, a big bed with a large down comforter was the last thing on my secret list that I was desperately wanting, I fell into that desire and slept a solid 14 hours.