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This weekend I was blessed to visit my friend Kelly in Grimsby Town. I met Kelly four years ago on a high school student exchange program. I went with a few teachers and other students to England and lived with Kelly. Then, Kelly came to America and stayed with me and my family. When we said goodbye, our cheeks were tear stained. Never did I imagine I would see her again. Now, here I am, four years later, enjoying time with her and her family.
I arrived on the train from Oxford, warmly welcomed to see Kelly's lovely, smiling face as she wrapped me in a big hug. I felt as though I was in a dream. The first evening, we stayed at a house with a miniature dash hound puppy that was a 12 week old. Her name was Luna and she was precious.
The next day was delightful. I visited a village called, Loath. An old fashioned, English town with many cute shops and home to Daniel Craig. From Loath we went to Cleethorpes, a seaside town where we enjoyed a proper dinner of fish and chips.
We walked alongside the beach on the sand and took some jumping photos, which we had done at Bodega Bay years ago.
In England, many houses or estates have names instead of numbers. For example, Kelly's home is called Mayfield, which replaces the number on an addressed letter. Names add a sort of character to a home.
Behind Kelly's House is a lovely golf course, which her step dad has been a member since its opening. We took a walk on the public footpath through the course, soaking up the rare bit of sunshine that welcomed the afternoon. Although we had to be aware of our surroundings because a very loud, "Fore!" brought us to a frozen stance when we were nearly hit by a golf ball. Walking the course comes with the added adventure of dodging balls.
I feel so fortunate to have enjoyed time with Kelly and her family. Spending time in the hospitality of others makes traveling valuable. Experiencing the life of others and how they live is very special. Relationships with others provides an experience unmatched by any big ticket, tourist experiences. This weekend, I felt relaxed and provided for. I enjoyed good food and loving care. I was nearly brought to tears by the blessing of Kelly and her family. May you practice hospitality, opening your heart and home to others. You never know how valuable the gift of hospitality may be for those who receive it, even more so to those who freely give it.

All my love,
Gennavieve

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