WHEW! I'm in England! I've been to London. I'm on a bus to Oxford. Free wifi. 29% battery life. No adapter as of now. First thing on my list after Lunch.
I gave everyone a bit of trouble all the way through. In Chicago they took away my lotion and almost took away a prescribed eczema cream. Thanks, government. Keep me safe from myself. Whatever. I took a class on terrorism. I know how dangerous it can be. Feel a little bad for the guy cuz I spent over an hour roaming around freakin O'hare cuz it's a mess. A wild mess. And I pack heavy.
Then! When I finally get to London, I'm stopped at the border. The guy asked me in a cool (not neat, but cold) British accent where I was going. How long. Working? No visa? No visa? you get 6 months. That's it. You say you're going to France, so you might be ok. OK sir, thank you too.
I made it. I read everything with an English accent in my mind. Chatted with a doctor from Dubai on the plane. Ate Chicken and pasta. Had a glass of Cabernet. Put on my complimentary eye mask and slept. Some girl got sick in the bathroom right before me...so I went to a different W.C.
It's cool...40 degrees F. Misty. Grey. Beautiful. Everything is lovey. The Driver of the bus is on the Right side.
I have a constant little grin just for myself. I had an aisle seat on the flight, that's cool. I was a little bummed about not getting a window seat. C'est la vie.
Watched an episode of Frasier. Thought of Dad. Watched an episode of the English The Office. It was exactly like the American one...only different people and accents. Same story line. Same characters, basically. Funny, huh?
Started Brothers Karamazov, thanks to Sheensta. On page 37. Dostoyevsky named the evil father after himself. huh.
Got a mini toothbrush and a barbie sized tube of toothpaste. I just chewed gum. Haven't changed my socks in...a while. Even got complimentary socks!
Encountered various helpful people. And somewhat less than helpful people. That's how it ususally is. Both my flights were delayed by 30 minutes or so. That's ok. I got red luggage thinking It'd be unique and easy to spot. Every 6th person has red luggage. Good thing I've got red tags on mine too.
I keep expecting to see people I know. Everyone looks like someone I know. Thought I saw dad. Thought I saw Dr. Martin. Thought I saw someone from Raquette Lake.
23% battery. Better save it.
I didn't cry too much at the airport. Few silly tears when I finally saw Keith and Christine leave. Waved to Mom, Nick, AJ, Sheena, and Lydia for another 7 minutes throwing up Vulcan signs, gang signs, the only 2 words I know in sign language (donkey and lion) and inventing some of my own sign language.
A security woman handed me a tissue. I know what time it is all the time even without a cellphone cuz Nick gave me the watch off his wrist. I love it. Sold the cell to Keith. but I don't remember getting any money for it...
More ASAP!
Love Love love to the world and all.
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I like how your erratic writing mirrors the hot mess travel itinerary.
ReplyDeleteKeep on writing.
From one Ghost Writer to another,
I love how your erratic writing mirror your hot mess of a travel.
ReplyDeleteKeep on keepin on.
From one Ghost Writer to another,
Johnnyboy
Thanks for the e-mail. I read the blog too. Glad you are safe and sound. Love you lots.
ReplyDeleteSarah...I really like the writing style. Good to know you're safe in the land of fish 'n chips. Hope you are drinking an ale right now and chatting with locals. Take it easy. -Brent
ReplyDeleteI love it! You're tails are making me laugh :)
ReplyDeleteGlad you made there safe. I can't believe they took your creme! I would have threatened to take off my clothes to show I needed it. They would have said "go ahead" to you. To me, well.............I would have gotten the creme back. I will look each evening for your tales of adventure. Be safe, love Karen
Clearly you had other things on your mind, else you'd remember being paid. Although I did pay you in love. And a bit of waiving. And big brothering. And some Washingtons.
ReplyDelete-love you, keith
Hey Girl,
ReplyDeleteYou are it. Sorry about your airport drama and the confiscation of your cream. I bet Oxford has some somewhere. May even be cheap.
Be sure to check your e-mail for less than public info and endearments from your close loved ones. Sounds like you are really beginning to get the swing of things. Write often or more. Love ya, DAD