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Doug Brees

I completely identify with this feeling. It happened to me on my first trip to England after over 20 years of just little jaunts to Disneyland or Lake Tahoe. I stood in the doorway of the cottage and could not will my legs to move forward! The realization of just how far I had traveled, coupled with the fact that I had actually made the trip, creating this overwhelming, silly (now) fear of what I had done to myself. Finally, I whacked my right forward with my hand and stepped out the door to explore the village. And I never looked back. It's so awesome you're on this adventure; soak it all up and wallow in every minute!

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