Bill made it home from his first France-based business trip. He spent basically a day in the UK. When he got home he asked if we are going to join my brother during the London leg of his European adventure this summer. I said no, we can’t get to everything and decided not to do London. Bill now wants to go. Among the reasons? They speak English there. Yea, we knew that. But you forget how easy life is when you can open your mouth without fear of not being able to communicate and when you can read signs, menus and everything else you might come across in your travels. (elevators, advertisements, instructions…. you name it) I am yet to really get to experience the thrill of re-immersing in English. But apparently, it is grand. Maybe we’ll have to change our travel plans from Venice to London after all!