To get the full scoop on my family's traditions surrounding ornaments, see Day One
When I graduated high school, my mom and I joined a tour group touring through England and Wales. It was my first (and so far only) international experience and I was quite taken with all the lush greenery in the countryside and the dreamy accents everywhere. I don't remember where we saw these first, but my mom and I noticed these amazing ornaments at the historical sites (Shakespeare's birthplace and the like) and began collecting them.
We ended up with half a dozen or so and when my mom handed off my ornaments to me, we divided them up. I love that my mom has "matching" ornaments on her tree, 2300 miles away.
I love looking at them and remembering that trip. The teeny tiny retrofitted elevator that barely fit us, let alone luggage. The freezing cold wind that had our group huddling together for warmth as we waited for the castle gates to let us in. The peanut butter crackers for breakfast because I could not handle yet another piece of toast.
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