SixteenIt was strange riding in a car on what felt like the wrong-side-of-the-road, but I soon adjusted. Despite my exhaustion from travelling, the exhilaration of finally being in England was enough to keep me awake as we drove towards Bourton. We travelled out of Greater London on a busy four-lane highway and within minutes, we were outside of the city heading northwest. Aside from driving on the opposite side of the road, the scenery didn't look much different from home. I laughed at myself for being so ridiculous.
“Something funny?” Peter asked; his eyes glued to the road ahead.
I waved my hand dismissively. “Nothing, I just thought things would look… different.” Not exactly, the word I was searching for, but the only one that came to mind.
“Different – in what way?”
“I don't know,
