We went to the Dickens Festival.
We found Father Christmas. He was jolly.
We saw gingerbread houses.
We took a ride in a 150-year-old horse-drawn coach.
Our coachlady was very kind, as was the footman.
We tasted specialty olive oils...olive oils made with exotic herbs and spices.
And there was balsamic vinegar, as well. Fig vinegar, chili vinegar, chocolate vinegar, white grape vinegar.
I can't name them all.
But we tasted them all!
We spoke in English accents the entire evening. A little girl and her mom asked us where we were from, which started a delightful conversation and ended in two great new friends!
aaaaaagh. sigh. this is just the beginning...
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