If you know me at all, you know I’m a bit of an Anglophile. While I only lived in England very briefly, it’s somehow been enough to make me miss it incessantly.
And what I’m realizing more and more is, I think I always was like this – I just didn’t realize, growing up, that most all of the books I loved were about English kids. Perhaps I’m cosmically transplanted.
But in that vein, especially if you are anybody familiar with or curious about where I lived, I present you a Wroxton student’s RealTravel.com blog.
Reading it is making me so homesick it hurts.
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