That's one line I can only use today.

Teenage shop cashier guy: Hey so how's your day been?

Me: Well this morning I was in London England.

Teenage shop cashier guy: Woah...

Me: You can say that again. It's a lot colder here.

Teenage shop cashier guy: Woah...

Teenage shop cashier guy: Hope your evening picks up then.

Me: Me too.

And we are home. Frost on the trees and snow on the roof, but we are home.

And now since my body thinks it's three in the morning, I think I'm off to bed.

Woah.

Night.
From the field.

On the ground again.

In Calgary, and ten hours in a discount airline plane isn't fun.

The trip was fun though. Worth the travel.

Now to drive home.
I hear there is snow.

Kissing in London

Beneath hundred year old, colour filled trees on a street with columned houses where people have lived for centuries, with the rain gently falling on our heads, we kiss. Slowly.

Making as many memories as we can.

An afternoon in Oxford

I suppose much of this trip has been about experiencing the British nation once again in all it's beauty and wonder, but a good deal of it has also been about seeing some old friends and making some new ones. As we reluctantly begin to ponder a return to the field, I will carry with me the stories of the people we've shared life with these days.

It feels strange thinking that we leave these people here and travel to the other side of the earth and that the chance strongly exists that we may never see these people again. That seems so odd for being able to have deep connections so easily. But there it is, none the less.

The time for return is not yet however. Tomorrow starts a few days in London and then we'll worry about the Next thing.

It's 11:30 now, so I'm off to bed.

Night, from Oxford-shire.