The day has finally arrived, and Mom has landed in the UK.  I never, ever thought I'd say that.

When she was married a couple of years ago, I convinced her to get her passport.  The thought was that we were going to take her to Niagara Falls for her honeymoon and the Canadian side is better.  The more we planned, the more we knew Niagara wasn't the right place, and instead, we convinced her to go to Mexico.  This meant flying for the first time for her husband, and a visit out of the country for both.

For some reason, this didn't get their wanderlust going, and so when I told her I was moving to the UK, she was more concerned about how often I was going to come home.  Not at all considering that she could visit me. We even talked about it, and the conversation usually ended with 'probably not'.  It's too long of a flight, I won't be comfortable making that trip without you there, etc, etc.

So to my surprise, earlier this year, the conversation changed to 'how would it work if I visited?'.  Fast forward six months, and she is here.  Her sister-in-law accompanied her and boy do we have a packed schedule of traveling ahead!

We met them at the airport to bring them back to Wales, so day 1 consisted of their first train journey.  Experiencing the Welsh rain and wind. Plus their first experience in a British grocery shop.  Just small enough to not carry everything you need, but just big enough to find something else to eat.

Day 2 and 3 in Wales consisted of their first castle conquering experience (Caerphilly Castle).  They also ran into my friend Martha, so Mom and Martha are now bffs.  Lots of food (fish seems to be the cuisine of choice) and beautiful sites in the Bay.

They are now getting used to the currency - just in time for us to jet set to Ireland where it's a whole new world and set of coins.

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