Before the trip, we set up Blake's portable crib (known in the UK as a "cot") so he could get used to it. Thanks to our friend Deirdre for loaning us this one, which packs up small enough to fit in a suitcase!
Onto our journey! Here's Ryan and Blake on the shuttle bus to SFO. It was a little chilly so Blake put his hands in his pockets. Cutie.
At the airport, here's a picture of them waiting to board (bored?). Blake didn't really seem to notice the giant aircraft which would ultimately take us on a 10-hour ride over the Atlantic. But once on the plane, Blake did great! He slept most of the way. The people sitting around us appreciated that.
Fast-forward about 12 hours. Here's Blake and his Dad in front of the taxi line at Heathrow.
Turns out, we wouldn't need a taxi. Ryan mastered his skills driving on the left side of the road. In the dark. And with a baby. And a stick shift. Plus it was raining. Good job, babe. Blake didn't seem to notice any differences. He still faced backwards, even in a different country.
Finally, we arrive at our destination in the English countryside: Nellie's Barn. With our friends Steve and Dana, and their year-and-a-half-year-old daughter, we stayed on a farm in a region known as the Cotswolds. (Yes, the barn is remodeled on the inside.)
There wasn't much to do in the Cotswolds, except wander around small, disgustingly picturesque villages. Just the way we wanted it.
And go to the pubs. Also perfect.
I told you -- disgustingly picturesque.
Here we are in Stratford-upon-Avon, home of Shakespeare. A little chilly, but we had the proper clothes to bundle up both mom and baby.
After five nights and six days, it was time to get back on the plane and head home. Since Blake did so well on the trip east, we were nervous about the trip west. But Blake did great! He made so many new friends on the plane. Apparently, you don't have to speak English to get along with an infant.
Now.. onto the next one. Where should we take him this time?
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