Day 2 in Lisboa: Sunglasses, Sailing, and Sweet Pastries

We all slept in a bit this morning.

I think all of us needed it.

The air conditioning in our apartment is incredible. Poor Kiya about froze sleeping next to me! After weeks of battling heat waves across Europe, though, I wasn’t about to complain.

We took our time getting ready and headed out with no real agenda other than exploring the neighborhood around us. One of the things we’ve learned on this trip is that some of the best memories happen when you aren’t rushing from one attraction to the next.

Our apartment is just a short walk from the famous Pink Street, so we took advantage of the quiet morning before the crowds arrived to snap some photos. By later in the day, the street would be packed with people enjoying the cafés, restaurants, and nightlife, but early in the morning we almost had it to ourselves.

From there, we wandered in and out of little shops.

Kiya kept putting her hand in front of her eyes every time we stepped into the bright sunshine, so we decided it was time to find her a pair of sunglasses.

The first couple we tried on weren’t winners. She immediately dropped her head.

Then we found them.

Bright orange with little diamond accents.

She lifted her head, smiled, and never tried to take them off.

When we finished paying for the rest of our purchases, the shop owner smiled and said he wanted to give us a deal.

Then he handed Kiya the sunglasses for free.

Those little acts of kindness are something we’ll remember long after we’ve forgotten what we bought.

As we continued exploring, we noticed something that seemed to be everywhere—sardines and colorful roosters.

Portugal is famous for both. Sardines have been an important part of Portuguese life for centuries and are especially celebrated during Lisbon’s June festivals honoring Saint Anthony, when they’re grilled on nearly every street corner. Shops throughout the city sell beautifully decorated sardine tins that have become iconic souvenirs. The colorful rooster, known as the Rooster of Barcelos, is one of Portugal’s national symbols. According to legend, a rooster miraculously crowed to prove an innocent man had been wrongly accused, making it a symbol of honesty, faith, justice, and good luck.

We wandered into one of the sardine shops, and honestly, the artwork on the tins was almost too pretty to open. Each can looked like a tiny work of art. While browsing, we picked up a couple pairs of earrings and some anklets before continuing on our way.

By then Kiya was ready for lunch.

We stopped at a little café where we enjoyed fresh lemonade and a fruit bowl unlike any we’d had before. The fruit was served in fresh orange juice with a drizzle of honey over the top.

Simple.

Fresh.

Absolutely delicious.

From there we made our way to Praça do Comércio, one of Lisbon’s most famous squares. Once the site of Portugal’s royal palace before it was destroyed in the devastating 1755 earthquake, today the enormous plaza opens directly onto the Tagus River. At its center stands a grand equestrian statue of King José I, who led Portugal during the rebuilding of Lisbon after the earthquake.

Standing at the northern end of the square is the magnificent Rua Augusta Arch. Built to celebrate Lisbon’s reconstruction, the arch is decorated with sculptures representing Glory, Valor, and Genius, along with important figures from Portuguese history. Walking beneath it feels like stepping through a grand gateway into the heart of the city.

After stopping for another wonderful lunch, we made our way to the marina for our afternoon cruise along the Tagus River.

What a relaxing afternoon.

There weren’t very many people onboard, so everyone had plenty of room to spread out. We found seats on the upper deck where there was plenty of shade, open windows, and a wonderful breeze blowing off the water.

As we sailed down the river, we passed one famous landmark after another.

The 25 de Abril Bridge stretched across the Tagus, its bright red color often reminding visitors of San Francisco’s Golden Gate Bridge. Opened in 1966, it connects Lisbon with the southern side of the river and has become one of the city’s most recognizable landmarks.

Next came the MAAT—the Museum of Art, Architecture and Technology. Its modern flowing design almost looks like a wave rising out of the riverbank, beautifully contrasting with Lisbon’s historic buildings.

We cruised past the Padrão dos Descobrimentos, or Monument to the Discoveries, built to honor Portugal’s great Age of Exploration. Prince Henry the Navigator stands proudly at the front, followed by explorers, cartographers, missionaries, and other important figures who helped shape Portugal’s maritime history.

Nearby stood the elegant Belém Lighthouse, marking the entrance to one of Portugal’s most historic waterways.

Across the river we could see the towering Sanctuary of Christ the King. Inspired by Rio de Janeiro’s famous Christ the Redeemer statue, the monument overlooks Lisbon with outstretched arms and has become a symbol of peace and hope since its completion in 1959.

One of the most fascinating sights wasn’t a monument at all.

We watched an enormous cargo ship loaded high with shipping containers slowly make its way into port while several tugboats carefully maneuvered it into position. Watching those tiny boats control something so massive was impressive.

After returning to shore, we wandered back along the waterfront boardwalk, browsing the local artisan booths. We found several beautiful photographs that we thought would look perfect hanging on a wall back home, a wonderful reminder of our time in Portugal.

Before heading back to the apartment, we made one more stop at the bakery just around the corner.

Their version of pain aux raisins was absolutely delicious, so naturally we bought more.

While we were there, we couldn’t leave without picking up Portugal’s most famous pastry—the pastel de nata. These little custard tarts date back over 300 years to the Jerónimos Monastery in Belém, where Catholic monks originally created them. Because the monks used large quantities of egg whites to starch their robes, they searched for ways to use up the leftover yolks. Their solution was a rich, creamy custard baked inside flaky pastry. The recipe eventually spread throughout Portugal and has become one of the country’s most beloved treats.

We also picked up a pizza for dinner before heading back to the apartment.

After another full day of wandering, exploring, cruising, eating, and discovering the charm of Lisbon, we were more than happy to relax in the wonderful air conditioning and call it a night.

Masterpieces, Caricatures, and Mom’s Madrid Birthday

With Madrid still full of excitement and celebration, we continued exploring the city. We woke up a little earlier, had yogurt for breakfast, loaded up, and headed out for another day of sightseeing.

It was definitely hot, but after La Grande-Motte, Madrid’s heat somehow felt a little more bearable!

We decided to spend the morning at the Museo Nacional del Prado, about a 20-minute walk from our apartment. Along the way, we passed beautiful fountains, government buildings, and impressive architecture.

Madrid is another one of those cities where you need to remember to look up because there is always something incredible above you.

Then we entered the Prado.

What a museum!

Founded in 1819, the Prado is considered one of the world’s great art museums and holds an extraordinary collection of European art, particularly Spanish masterpieces from artists such as Velázquez, Goya, and El Greco.

Some of the paintings were so realistic and three-dimensional that it felt like you could reach out and touch them and the people would suddenly come alive.

We spent hours wandering through room after room. Some of the ceilings seemed 20 feet high, yet there were paintings so enormous they nearly filled the walls from floor to ceiling. The scale of everything was incredible.

Photography wasn’t allowed in much of the museum, which was probably a good thing because otherwise I would have taken hundreds of pictures! Instead, we bought a book about the collection so we could remember the paintings and learn more about them later.

One work that really caught our attention was Juan de Flandes’ The Crucifixion. We also saw an incredible collection depicting dozens of Spanish cities and their monuments. It was fascinating to study the details and see how the cities and their landmarks were portrayed.

Another portrait that caught our attention was of Manuela Isidra Téllez-Girón, the future Duchess of Abrantes.

The Prado has done an amazing job preserving centuries of history through art. You aren’t simply looking at beautiful paintings. You’re looking at clothing, architecture, religion, landscapes, families, royalty, wars, celebrations, and everyday life preserved on canvas.

Gabe could have stayed there all day.

Eventually, though, we needed to move on. We had plans to return to the apartment, rest for a while, and then get ready for Mom’s birthday dinner.

On our walk back, Gabe decided he wanted a photo with one of the stone lions outside an important government building.

The police officers guarding the area made it very clear that this was not going to happen!

No picture with the lion for Gabe.

Once we returned to the apartment, Kiya crashed and Mom decided to give her knee a much-needed break. Gabe and I weren’t quite ready to sit still, so we headed back out for another stroll.

We ended up having our caricatures drawn.

What a fun experience! We laughed the entire time and now have another unique souvenir from our trip.

Gabe also found some vinyl records he wanted to bring home, while I continued my hunt for another silk scarf. I had bought one earlier in the trip and had been wearing it in my hair, but somewhere during our train travels it disappeared.

Thankfully, I found some replacements at a little shop near our apartment, along with, of course, some funky earrings.

Then it was time for the main event—Mom’s Madrid birthday dinner.

Our wonderful host, Angel, had given us several restaurant suggestions close to the apartment, but nothing had really caught our attention.

Then I found Bel Mondo.

The moment we saw pictures of the colorful, eclectic restaurant, we all agreed that was where we wanted to celebrate.

Unfortunately, I made a slight mistake with the reservation.

The information said you could have your table for one hour and 45 minutes. Somehow, I interpreted our reservation as starting at 6:00 p.m.

Nope.

It ended at 6:00 p.m.

Oops.

Thankfully, the staff couldn’t have been more gracious. They found us another table for 7:30, so we had some time to wander around the neighborhood.

We browsed a few stores and eventually found a coffee shop where we could sit, have a drink, and pass the time.

When we finally walked into Bel Mondo, we knew immediately that waiting had been worth it.

The restaurant was amazing.

The atmosphere was eclectic, eccentric, colorful, and absolutely beautiful. There were flowers, bold patterns, artwork, lights, and interesting decorations everywhere you looked. It felt less like walking into a restaurant and more like stepping onto a movie set.

For dinner, Mom ordered an enormous steak, Gabe chose sliced rib eye, and I had chicken.

Then I spotted something very important on the menu.

Moscato.

I ordered a bottle.

It was soooo good!

Gabe loved it too.

So naturally, we ordered another bottle.

By the time we finished dinner and dessert, the three of us had polished off two bottles of Moscato and were thoroughly enjoying Mom’s birthday celebration.

The staff made the evening even more special. They surprised Mom with a cheesecake topped with a candle and gathered around to sing “Happy Birthday” to her.

It was perfect.

After everything we had experienced together over the previous six weeks, celebrating Mom’s birthday in Madrid—with wonderful food, two bottles of wine, lots of laughter, and the people she loves—felt pretty special.

Eventually, after a wonderful birthday dinner, we headed back toward the apartment.

On our way, we stopped at the little corner store near where we were staying. Earlier in the day it had been closed, so I was excited to see it open again. I found some more beautiful silk scarves to replace the one I had lost—and maybe a few extras! Mom got into the shopping spirit too and picked out some gorgeous earrings to match some of the new outfits she had bought during our travels. I loved seeing her choose some fun pieces for herself.

It was the perfect little shopping stop to end Mom’s birthday celebration.

Then we headed back to the apartment for one final round of packing.

Our taxi was scheduled to arrive at 8:00 the next morning, and this time our little group would be splitting up.

Mom, Kiya, and I would fly to Lisbon for the final stop on our European adventure, while Gabe would begin his long journey home, flying to New York and eventually making his way back to Bellingham..

It had been wonderful having him join us for this part of the trip.

From swimming in the Mediterranean and wandering through Madrid to cooking us dinner, exploring museums, shopping for records, getting caricatures drawn, and celebrating Grandma’s birthday, we packed a lot of memories into our time together.

Now it was time for one more country.

Portugal, here we come.

One Last Day on the Mediterranean

Knowing it would be our last full day in La Grande-Motte, we decided to head to the beach a little earlier before the afternoon heat became overwhelming.

The waves and uneven sand had made Mom’s knee more sore over the previous couple of days, so we agreed to take things a little easier. Instead of returning to the deeper bay, we went back to the wonderfully shallow beach where the water stretched far from shore.

It turned out to be the perfect choice.

Kiya settled happily into her beach chair with the gentle waves washing over her legs, completely content to splash, play, and enjoy the Mediterranean. Watching her smile was all any of us needed.

I spent much of the morning simply floating in the sea.

One thing that surprised me was just how salty the Mediterranean was. The water made you incredibly buoyant, and it felt almost effortless to float with the gentle rhythm of the waves. It was peaceful, relaxing, and exactly what I needed after weeks of constant sightseeing.

Gabe, however, had reached his limit with sand.

Fine Mediterranean sand has an amazing ability to get absolutely everywhere, and after several beach days he decided he’d had enough. While we relaxed by the water, he set off to explore town, browse the shops, and pick up a few souvenirs to take home.

Eventually the midday sun reminded us it was time to head back.

The heat along the Mediterranean was relentless. Even sitting under the beach umbrella, we could feel the sun draining our energy. We became diligent about applying sunscreen throughout the day, especially for Kiya, making sure she stayed protected from the intense southern French sunshine.

Back at the apartment it was the now-familiar routine: shake as much sand off as possible, head straight for the shower, rinse out swimsuits, and enjoy a little time in the wonderfully cool air conditioning while escaping the hottest part of the afternoon.

That evening we enjoyed one last dinner together before returning to the apartment to pack our suitcases.

Our wonderful driver would be picking us up the next morning to take us to the train station, and another chapter of our European adventure would begin.

Looking back, La Grande-Motte was exactly what we needed.

After weeks of museums, castles, trains, and miles upon miles of walking, it offered us a chance to slow down. We traded sightseeing for sunshine, beaches, and long evenings along the boardwalk. It was peaceful, relaxed, and refreshingly different from the larger cities we had visited.

The Mediterranean sun was certainly exhausting—far more intense than we had expected—but the slower pace, beautiful beaches, warm sea, and precious time spent together made it the perfect place to catch our breath before continuing on to the final leg of our journey.

Macarons, Mishaps, and Parisian Treats

We made sure to have our taxi arrive early the next morning because we were headed to one of the experiences I had been looking forward to the most—our Parisian macaron baking class.

It turned out to be one of the highlights of our time in Paris.

Our instructor, Lorenzo, was fantastic. Besides the three of us, there were two other women from the United States—Rita from Georgia and Erin from Minnesota. It was fun getting to know everyone while we baked together.

Lorenzo carefully walked us through every step of creating authentic French macarons. We started by choosing our colors. Mom chose a vibrant orange while I picked a beautiful teal. Once our batter was mixed to the proper consistency, it was time to pipe our circles onto the baking sheets.

Fortunately, everyone in our class had some baking experience, which made Lorenzo’s job a little easier.

Then came one of the most important steps—removing the air bubbles.

Lorenzo demonstrated how to gently tap the trays. I, on the other hand, simply picked up the baking sheet and gave it a good drop onto the counter. The look on Lorenzo’s face was priceless! I think I surprised not only him but also Rita and Erin, who were worried I had ruined all of our perfectly piped circles. Instead, Lorenzo laughed and assured everyone they looked just fine.

While the macarons baked, we used the leftover batter to get creative. Lorenzo showed us how to pipe hearts, flowers, and even Mickey Mouse shapes before turning us loose. I couldn’t resist experimenting and ended up making hearts, flowers, and even a yin-yang design. They turned out beautifully.

Next came my favorite part—choosing the filling.

I selected mango while Mom chose raspberry. We mixed our fillings, spooned them into piping bags, and spread them as thinly as possible before Lorenzo briefly placed them in the freezer to firm up. Once the shells had cooled, we carefully matched tops and bottoms before piping in the filling. We had to work quickly because the filling softened almost immediately. After sandwiching them together, Lorenzo returned them to the freezer for a few minutes so everything would set before packaging each person’s macarons into bags to take home.

We each walked away with fifteen beautiful homemade macarons.

Since we now had delicate desserts traveling with us, we decided to take a taxi back to our apartment to put them safely into the refrigerator.

Or so we thought.

Later that day we discovered neither the refrigerator nor the freezer at our VRBO was actually working. We could only laugh. Thankfully, the macarons survived long enough for us to enjoy them.

Before we left the class, Lorenzo shared several of his favorite shopping recommendations around Paris, one of which was CityPharma. If you’ve never heard of it, imagine one of the world’s busiest pharmacies packed with French skincare, cosmetics, and beauty products at prices far below what many people pay at home.

Busy, however, is an understatement.

The place was absolutely packed. Mom and Kiya quickly became overwhelmed by the crowds while I made my way through the aisles. I asked one of the employees for recommendations on a hydrating facial spray, a restorative night cream, and sunscreen. Then I happily wandered through the shelves picking up products that caught my attention. I can definitely see why people travel across Paris just to shop there.

After another quick shopping stop, we headed toward our afternoon canal cruise.

Unfortunately, I had misunderstood the confirmation email.

By the time we arrived, our boat had already left.

I was so disappointed. We had all been looking forward to relaxing on the water after such a busy morning, and I felt terrible knowing it was my mistake.

Rather than letting it ruin the day, we decided to simply wander the neighborhood until something caught our eye.

Before long we stumbled across an ice cream shop serving enormous sundaes.

Honestly, it was exactly what I needed.

Sometimes a little ice cream is the perfect cure for frustration.

After taking some time to regroup, we caught a taxi back to the apartment. I ran upstairs to drop off our shopping bags while Mom and Kiya waited outside.

That evening we wandered just down the street and found a wonderful little restaurant for dinner. Instead of ordering full meals, we shared a beautifully prepared meat and cheese board. Every cheese was different, and I made it my personal mission to sample every single one. It was absolutely delicious.

One thing that made me smile happened while I asked the server to box up our leftovers. Earlier in the trip I had watched the cook combine leftover food from several unfinished charcuterie boards into one container to create the next appetizer. Ever since then, I made a point of asking for our leftovers to be boxed before they ever left the table!

We ended the evening with full stomachs, homemade macarons waiting for us back at the apartment, and plans for another incredible museum the following day—the Musée d’Orsay.

Stepping Back in Time at Godshill Model Village

Our final day on the Isle of Wight was spent in one of its most charming villages. We caught a taxi up to the Old Smithy Car Park in Godshill, where we met Alan, Pauline, and Jane—another Friendship Force member whom Aunt Jane had spent time with during her visit to the Isle of Wight last November. It was wonderful to see everyone again before continuing on to London.

Together we visited the delightful Godshill Model Village, one of the Isle of Wight’s most beloved attractions. Opened in 1952, the model village is a remarkably detailed 1:10 scale replica of Godshill and nearby Shanklin as they appeared in the 1920s and 1930s. Built by local craftsmen, the miniature village has continued to grow over the decades, with new buildings and scenes added as the real villages have changed. Every tiny cottage, church, garden, shop, and winding lane has been recreated with incredible attention to detail.

One of the things I appreciated most was the thoughtful design of the gardens. As you wandered from one section to another, carefully trimmed hedges, miniature trees, and flowering shrubs separated each area so you couldn’t immediately see the next scene. It made every turn feel like discovering something new. Tiny people, horses, vintage automobiles, shops, and homes brought the village to life, and Alan, Pauline, and Jane shared stories about many of the real buildings, local traditions, and games represented throughout the displays. Their stories added so much meaning to what we were seeing.

Alan and Pauline had told us the night before that the artist hired to make the caricatures of the people needed to stop being so accurate with the people and start making them a little less recognizable. No matter, she did an excellent job.

Perhaps the most entertaining surprise was discovering that inside the Model Village is… another Model Village! The designers have recreated the attraction itself in miniature, complete with tiny visitors looking at an even tinier version of the village. It’s a clever bit of humor that perfectly matches the whimsical spirit of the attraction.

After exploring, we enjoyed lunch together before strolling through the village of Godshill itself. The village is known for its picturesque cottages with traditional thatched roofs, many dating back several hundred years. I hadn’t expected to see so many thatched cottages, and they quickly became one of my favorite sights. Their thick straw roofs, colorful gardens, and winding lanes made it feel like stepping into the pages of a storybook.

Later that afternoon, Alan and Pauline drove us back to Cowes. After several busy days of sightseeing, the quiet evening was exactly what we needed. Kiya quickly curled up on the couch and fell asleep, Mom settled in with a good book, and I took one last walk around the waterfront, soaking in the atmosphere of this charming seaside town. As I wandered through the harbor one final time, I reflected on the incredible kindness and hospitality Alan, Pauline, and their friends had shown us during our stay.

That evening we packed our suitcases and prepared for the next chapter of our adventure—London.

Canals, Countryside, and Clarkson’s Farm

Our final full day with Alan and Moira was spent enjoying one of Britain’s most iconic experiences—a leisurely cruise on a narrowboat along the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct and Llangollen canal. Alan and Moira had rented the boat for the day, and we were joined by their son, Adrian, his daughter, Edie, and Eva, another granddaughter, making it a wonderful family outing.

Built by renowned engineer Thomas Telford and completed in 1805, the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct is the highest navigable aqueduct in the world, standing 126 feet (38 meters) above the River Dee. Stretching over 1,000 feet long, it carries both narrowboats and pedestrians high above the valley below. It was designated a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 2009 and is considered one of the greatest achievements of the Industrial Revolution.

It took a little while to get everyone aboard and go through the safety instructions, although Alan already knew how to operate a canal boat. Before long we encountered our first adventure—a true boat traffic jam! Canoe tours, boats returning to the marina, and our boat all trying to pass through the same narrow stretch created quite the bottleneck. We moored for a short while as everyone worked together to figure out the best way to maneuver around one another. There was plenty of smiling, waving, and patient waiting, reminding us that canal life moves at its own peaceful pace.

Once underway, the canal became incredibly tranquil. We slowly glided through the lush green countryside with birds singing overhead while ducks and graceful swans floated alongside us. It was easy to forget about schedules and simply enjoy the beauty surrounding us. Moira had packed a wonderful picnic lunch, which we enjoyed aboard as we drifted through the Welsh countryside.

After lunch, Mom and I walked across the magnificent Chirk Aqueduct, not realizing until we reached the opposite end that we had actually walked from Wales into England! The Chirk Aqueduct is a 70 foot (21 m) high and 710 foot (220 m) long navigable aqueduct that carries what is now the Llangollen Canal across the Ceiriog Valley near Chirk, on the England-Wales border, spanning two countries.

Standing on the narrow footpath with nothing but a railing separating us from the dramatic drop below was both exhilarating and unforgettable. The views across the valley were breathtaking, and I captured a couple of photographs that I already know will be framed when we get home.

We spent nearly six hours on the canal, from 10:00 a.m. until 4:00 p.m., before cooling off with some well-earned ice cream. Afterward we returned to Alan and Moira’s home for dinner and spent the evening packing for the next leg of our adventure.

The following morning a hired driver picked us up for our journey from Manchester to Southampton. We had originally planned to travel by train, but engineering work had closed the line we needed. Our only rail option would have required traveling all the way to London before heading back south to Southampton, so hiring a driver made much more sense.

Since we were traveling by road, I asked if we could drive through the beautiful Cotswolds and stop at Diddly Squat Farm Shop, made famous by Jeremy Clarkson’s television series Clarkson’s Farm. The farm shop has become an unexpected tourist destination, selling produce and products made on the farm, including milk, cheese, honey, jams, sauces, beer, cider, and souvenirs. I wasn’t sure we would even make it into the parking lot, let alone inside the shop.

When we arrived, the queue stretched well beyond the entrance. I quickly realized there was no way we would get inside during the hour we had allowed. Our driver suggested speaking with the staff about Kiya’s wheelchair. After showing our Montana disability parking placard, they kindly allowed us to enter through the accessible queue. We were incredibly grateful for their understanding.

While waiting inside, a young man—probably around 18 or 20 years old—stood in front of me with an armful of products. He had grabbed nearly one of everything: milk, cheese, pasta sauce, crisps, and more. At one point he apologized for taking so long. I smiled and told him, “No need to apologize. You may only get here once, so make the most of it.” His excitement was contagious, and it perfectly captured how special the experience felt for so many visitors. We picked up a few souvenirs, snapped some photos, and continued our journey.

Along the drive we also passed through the historic city of Oxford, home to the world-famous University of Oxford, whose colleges have educated scholars, scientists, writers, and world leaders for nearly a thousand years. Even from the car, the city’s beautiful stone buildings and historic architecture were impressive.

We arrived in Southampton with plenty of time to grab a coffee and relax before boarding the ferry. Soon we were crossing the Solent toward the Isle of Wight, excited to begin another chapter of our adventure.

From Train Delays to Telescopes: A Day at Jodrell Bank

We arrived in Manchester in the middle of a heatwave, and the weather certainly made itself known. Our train journey was delayed because the rails had become so hot that trains were required to travel at a much slower speed for safety. It was an unusual reminder of how extreme temperatures can affect transportation.

Our arrival at Edinburgh Haymarket added a bit more excitement to the day. We had arranged assistance to get off the train with Kiya, but when we arrived no one was there. A glitch in the computer system had failed to notify the station staff that we needed assistance. What followed was an unforgettable exchange as the train conductor loudly accused the station employee of abandoning the train, while the station employee insisted they had never received the notification. After about five minutes of spirited debate, cooler heads prevailed, we safely made it off the train, and continued on our way. By then the train’s air conditioning had been overwhelmed by the heat, and we all stepped off looking like we had our own “train glow.”

Moira met us at the station with taxis waiting to take us back to her home. It was wonderful to finally relax, enjoy the cool breeze flowing through the house, and catch up over a lovely home-cooked dinner after a long day of travel.

The following day we visited Jodrell Bank Observatory, one of the world’s leading centers for radio astronomy and a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Established in 1945 by Sir Bernard Lovell, Jodrell Bank has played a vital role in scientific discovery for decades. Its famous Lovell Telescope, completed in 1957, was the largest steerable radio telescope in the world at the time and remains one of Britain’s greatest engineering achievements. The telescope has tracked spacecraft, studied pulsars, quasars, and distant galaxies, and even helped monitor early space missions during the Space Race. Standing beneath it gives you a true appreciation for both the scale of the universe and the ingenuity required to explore it.

We wandered the beautiful grounds, enjoying a picnic lunch in the café, where the air conditioning was a welcome relief from the heat. They kindly allowed us to enjoy our picnic inside, which we greatly appreciated. We then explored the interactive Discovery Centre, filled with hands-on exhibits explaining radio astronomy, the search for extraterrestrial life, black holes, and the evolution of our universe. It was fascinating and engaging for visitors of all ages.

After lunch, Mom and I walked up to the Lovell Telescope. While we were standing there, we watched it move three separate times. First the massive base slowly rotated, then the enormous dish tilted, and finally both moved together. What amazed us most wasn’t the movement itself, but how incredibly quiet it was. I had expected loud clunks, grinding gears, and mechanical noises, yet this 3,200-ton structure glided almost silently into position. Watching such a gigantic machine move with such grace was one of the highlights of the day.

We finished the afternoon with a scenic drive through the Cheshire countryside before enjoying dinner at The Barn Owl Inn right along side a canal. Between the fascinating science, peaceful countryside, wonderful company, and delicious meal, it was the perfect way to spend another memorable day in England.