It takes a long time to get to England

Don't you think there should be a spiritual award for surviving a travel day? 

We left San Diego full of confidence, snacks and only backpacks for our month-long journey.

Twenty-some hours later we were carrying our bodies through London, confidently chosing the wrong direction more than once.

The iced coffee from a quaint cafe in Camden made the shared exhaustion less horrible.

From there we boarded another train, this time north to Lincoln. England rolled past the windows in soft greens and browns. 

And none of this is the destination. Our daughter and son-in-law are the real reward.