What an ordeal. I got to the airport a bit later than I'd been hoping, and had to wait in a ridiculously long line. When I was halfway through it, United realised that the Toronto flight needed to be checked in right away, so I had to switch to another (long) line, but luckily got my ticket and pushed my way through the VIP security line.
There were a shit ton of kids on the plane. Luckily no criers. I spent most of it basket-weaving and napping, and the guy next to me let me read his book for a bit. I read an essay called "Consider the Lobster" which was pretty enlightening about lobster eating... but I still hate the filthy things so the sympathy was short-lived.
Canadian customs was a breeze, then I had to wait another 3 hours for my London flight. (During which I did more basket weaving).
I had quite a bit of room on this plane since it wasn't overbooked by 15 people like the first one, but the old man who sat one seat away was trying to make small talk and bragged about his Spanish speaking skillz and then complained about all the noise pollution on the airplane and about how he couldn't tune it out. I just regret that I couldn't tune him (or his lecherous stare) out myself.
Heathrow wasn't too bad. The customs lady gave me shit about not having my full itinerary available for her scrutiny, but I scrambled past alright. The underground was a bit confusing, but a pretty ride (since it's not entirely underground). It felt kind of surreal this morning to be here on my own, bright eyed and bushy tailed (and greasy with nasty breath, whatever).
I was confused by all the itty bitty street signs when I got off in Central London, and was a bit late to meet Karla. She lives smack in the middle of the city, so we're going to go explore a bit later (now she's running errands and I'm tagging along.) Luckily I got my Eurostar ticket taken care of (meaning, I bought a new one. I still need to refund the other one which never came, but is apparently now in shipment. A whole lot of good it will do me, sitting in Seattle whilst I'm en route to Paris) so now I get to enjoy the city.
Movies and drinks later. Its soooooo good not to be on a plane.
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Bronwyn
Was your hostel in Verona a gorgeous monastary on a small back street? Portia and Me had to get help finding that one. We loved the big old rooms.
Don't worry about not speaking Italian. They make there fortune on American tourist Germans too.
When you get a gelato ask for whipped cream it is free. but they don't give it to you unless you ask.
I am getting old I have to have a tooth pulled.
bummer Love Grannie
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