A few “ground rules,” for people who haven’t been reading my blog posts/writing since high school:
Every title is a song lyric, as a rule. Not to be funny or witty, just because I find it important to share the current song stuck in my head with the world. Not always relevant to the post subject.
Comments are fine with me, but I probably will not respond to them. It’s nothing against you, I promise. I just don’t pay much attention to the comment box, lol.
I also use “lol” and “haha” a lot. That’s about it for acronyms though. Oh, and lots of ellipses...since my thoughts frequently trail off...
I also put a full line between paragraphs on posts. It drives me nuts that there’s no indent, so I double-enter instead.
Most importantly, unless a post is intended to be educational, it will probably be full of biting sarcasm and/or stupid puns and jokes.
And now, the story you’ve all been waiting for...
HOW WE FINALLY MADE IT TO LONDON.
The background: Our original flight was supposed to be to Boston, with an hour and a half layover before getting on a plane to Heathrow. I was flying with Tiffany, Emily, and Victoria.
The problem: Our flight to Boston got delayed. And then delayed again. And then delayed again.
How it played out: We spent two hours working with a Delta lady to find a new flight. It was a complicated mess, I assure you. While she did indeed find a flight that all four of us could sit on, it would get us to London at 5:30pm...four and a half hours after orientation.
No matter, we said. We just want to GET THERE. This new route would take us to Amsterdam (which our parents were a little leery about) and then to UK.
Went through security. We all made it through, except Tiffany’s phone. No idea what happened. Someone out there probably has a new phone.
Dinner at Max & Erma’s. No idea what we were getting ourselves into. We thought it couldn’t get any worse. Lol...that’s funny.
Plane to Amsterdam. All went well in the beginning. I successfully slept through two movies.
And then the flight attendant came over the loudspeaker and asked if there were any doctors on the plane. My first thought (sadly) was Airplane, with the doc with his stethoscope. You taught me well, Grandpa. :) But our flight was not so funny… A guy ended up having heart problems or a heart attack or something along those lines, and we had to make an emergency landing in Shannon, Ireland so the paramedics could get him off the plane.
We seriously considered asking to be let off the plane at that point. SO close to England.
Waited a few hours, and then finally took off for Amsterdam again. They gave us some weird breakfast sandwich to make up for the inconvenience, but it had some weird cream-cheesy sauce on it, and anyone who knows me knows that that is just not okay...
Amsterdam. Bought a shotglass (because it’s Amsterdam, duh). Waited again...went through security again...finally got on a plane going to the right place.
I passed out mid-sentence talking to the kid next to me. In retrospect, I feel a bit bad for that. But I was too tired to care.
TOUCHED DOWN IN LONDON. I gripped the arm of the chair in excitement, and the poor kid next to me honestly thought I was crazy. Not too far off.
The lady who shooed me through customs was a very, very, very unhappy person. Something about my face must have offended her, because she put me through the wringer. I got in, though. And I did not cry, although the exhaustion was starting to set in and it would not have surprised me (or my mother) if I had just thrown my passport at the woman and requested to go home. Pat on the back for Krista keeping it together!
Then the tube. We met a wonderful lady and her boyfriend (I presume) and they chattered away at us about America and England and accents and what we wanted to do with our lives. It made the ride so much more fun than the rest of our travels had been.
We ran people over to get off the tube, but nobody seemed to mind too much. Everyone is so nice here. A man carried my suitcase up the stairs for me at Piccadilly Circus because it was starting to break at the edges (and so were my arms) and I probably looked like a crazy woman. Again, not too far off.
Found Regent’s College after much searching and complaining about how hungry we were. Found out we were locked out of our apartment, so we got cozy in the reception area and ordered pizza. Best food I’ve ever had...or at least the most appreciated.
And now, 26 hours after kissing my mom and brother goodbye in Detroit, I am sitting on my bed in my and Tiffany’s little room at the top of the flat (fourth floor!) and being super happy I stole my Delta blanket off the plane, because one sheet is just not gonna cut it.
I am so happy to be here. Even though the last 26 hours have tried and tested every single ounce of patience I possess, I am excited. A little homesick from the stress and a little isolated without my cell phone, but excited.
Travel adventure complete. Real adventure begins tomorrow!
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