First, on our long, hot flight we watched movies, tv, ate an airplane version of a traditional english Christmas dinner. We finally arrived and got our rental car. We had reserved a mini-van, but have discovered their version of a mini-van is nothing like ours. Much smaller than we expected. I will post pictures of this later. It was also a manual, when I had reserved automatic. Chris kept trying to start in 3rd gear at first, then trying to drive down the motorway he kept veering to the left. He must have looked like a drunk. It didn't help that he kept trying to talk like a Brit, which sounded more like an australian. Then he was imitating sheep. One thing we noticed on the motorways was there weren't any SUV's or pickup trucks, or billboards.
The scenerey was pretty much as I had imagined, a lot of green rolling hills and farms with lots of sheep. A lot of old buildings and churches with their spires raising high above trees.
Our hotel was very quaint. You have to take a narrow windy road to get to it. The views were beautiful. When we arrived, we asked about restaurants, and they informed us that the restaurants in the area would be full because it was Christmas day. But, they went out of their way to squeeze us in before everyone else was due to arrive. So, we had the real Christmas Dinner. It was very nice and formal and amazing.
We got to talk to Ryan that afternoon. He said it was so weird knowing we were so close. He was still nervous about going home.
The TV here is a lot like ours, pretty much the same shows. We did get to see a first run Dr. Who Christmas show, that was pretty awesome.
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