I spent the better part of a summer in Great Britain in 1976 with Jeremy and his family. That was the trip where Jack, Jeremy’s dad, took me on literary tours. He also took me to Scotland where we fed bats among the ruins of an ancient castle, sunbathed on Loch Sween, took a ferry to the Isle of Mull, and walked around the city of Edinburgh.
We also visited Dover and Canterbury and was a bridesmaid in Jeremy’s brother’s wedding.
I don’t remember being worn out from the travel, energized is more appropriate description.