The Plunge

Sometimes you travel alone, sometimes you travel with company. My mom has read and heard about my travels for many years now. This time she got to experience it herself. In London and the Lake District, we got to retrace some of the steps of my last visit (with my 96-year-old grandfather who hadn’t been there since WW II) while also forging some of our own. It was a fitting place for her to get her first stamp on her brand-new passport. Traveling is all about taking that initial step. After that it’s easy and addictive.


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