It's been a few days and they have been wonderfully eventful. I will try to recount my adventures in another day or two when I have caught my breath. The stress of 2.5 weeks of traveling and writing is starting to show itself in the bags under my eyes and my inability to walk two feet without tripping over something.
However, how can I be tired or unhappy when I get to enjoy a dorm suite after weeks of bunk beds and noisy hostels?
How can I be overwhelmed when I get to see Big Ben on a sunny Sunday morning?
How can I be anything but elated when I get to watch a chicken run a 10K after church at Westminster Abbey?