“Getting lost is just another way of saying ‘going exploring.'”

One more photo from last weekend: a reunion with Luke and Neil who I met in a hostel in Munich five years ago.

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Monday, we hung out all day and watched West Wing, ate split pea and ham soup and piri piri chicken sandwiches, and in the evening, we had dinner at Neil’s parent’s house in blackpool. I met his grandmother, mother, and father, and it was great! We had a proper English roast, steamed veggies, potatoes, Yorkshire pudding, and we finished with Manchester tart. It was yummy and lovely and even though it was totally English, it was by far the most American-esque meal I’ve had in six months. Yay!!!

Tuesday, we decided to take a trip up to the Lake District. We went last summer, and with the exception of the whole getting lost and thinking we were going to die on top of a mountain thing, we had a good time. This time was even better — we skipped the getting lost part!

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There were lots of sheep on the mountain:

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We found the lake at the top of the mountain:

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Gorgeous!

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Our friendly ducks:

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So proud we made it to the top:

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After the hike, we went to a pub for the requisite cider, Caesar salad, and bacon and Brie melt. Then we drove home to nap!!

That night we went to Indian food at a place called East Z East. Sooooooo yummy… Saag paneer has never tasted so good. We also had naan, white wine, mango lassies, and Neil had Lamb Rogan Josh. It was seriously one of the best meals ever. Happy five month anniversary!

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