Traveling solo with a kid isn’t always magical. We’ve both had our grumpy moments—mine on Day 1, thanks to jet lag, and hers when she didn’t want to go to Borough Market. But we talked about it. We both apologized. And that might be one of the most meaningful parts of this trip.

One thing I’m really proud of is how my daughter is learning to own her emotions and regulate her mood. That’s a big deal for a 9-year-old. Honestly, it’s a big deal for anyone. We’ve had conversations about how one person’s bad mood can shape the experience for everyone, and how powerful it is to recognize when that’s happening and choose to shift gears. It’s not about being perfect—it’s about being accountable, self-aware, and kind to each other.

And the beautiful part? She did turn it around. Once we got to Borough Market, the energy pulled us both in. She got a lavender lemonade—bright, tart, and totally refreshing—and we shared a rainbow bagel and a soft, salty pretzel. We wandered through the stalls, taking in the incredible variety of food, spices, sweets, and street performers. The vibe was electric, and we had such a good time.

After the market, we went back to the hotel to regroup and rest up for something we’d both been looking forward to: our big Harry Potter outing.

We headed to the Warner Brothers Studio Tour in Leavesden, and it completely delivered. From the moment we walked in, it felt like we were entering another world. The experience starts with a cinematic introduction and then—like magic—the doors to the Great Hall open, and you’re standing in one of the most iconic rooms in film history. My daughter’s eyes lit up, and honestly, so did mine.

We wandered through room after room of sets, props, costumes, and behind-the-scenes secrets. She especially loved the interactive parts—she posed for a green screen photo on a broomstick and tried the wand choreography stations. There were giant models of the sets, like the Burrow and Dumbledore’s office, and seeing all the detail up close made it feel even more real. Walking through the Forbidden Forest, past Aragog and fog machines, gave us both a little shiver of excitement.

We ended the tour with a stroll down Diagon Alley, pointing out familiar storefronts from the films. The level of craftsmanship and imagination that went into everything was incredible. It’s the kind of experience that makes you fall in love with the magic of storytelling all over again.

My daughter was glowing by the end. She said it felt like being in the movie, and I could see how much it meant to her to be in a space that honored something she loves so much. It was one of those rare, special experiences that felt both playful and meaningful.

It’s funny how a day can hold so many moods—grumpiness, joy, fatigue, wonder. But that’s travel. And that’s life. I’m so grateful we get to do this together, messy moments and all.

We’re calling it an early night tonight—tomorrow we’re off to Oxford for more adventures.