They call Brits and Americans across-the-pond cousins. We share the same language and lineage, they say. Culturally we are more similar than different, apparently. In the most respectful and positive way, I disagree. It’s another world over here, and I’m so grateful to experience it. I successfully drove an electric car on the opposite side of the road today, sleep deprived and all. We visited the largest and longest continuously inhabited palace in Europe today; America has nothing like that. The local accents remained charming all afternoon. The UK is a fascinating country, for a myriad of reasons I have yet to understand. I’m so excited to see, hear, smell, and feel more. Onward.