When I was 21 I spent 6 mo traveling in Europe, mostly in Spain, but finished my trip with only 2 1/2 weeks in England. After a crazy few days in London I went somewhere in the Cotswolds and thought why the hell didn’t I start my trip there. I was tired and lonely at that point but it was a good place to rest. I remember walking a narrow stone road and thinking “These people really care for their country”. It was a good feeling to take home.