Arrived in London
Can you spell "misfit"? That is what I feel like here in Heathrow Airport. I forgot my sari at home! This is very difficult for an introvert like me. That is why it should be obvious to all that God is with me.
When I woke up this morning, I pretty much did not want to. I have never appreciated early morning flights and this morning, with all the airport unknowns ahead of me, I tried unsuccessfully to talk myself into staying home. Rose very kindly drove me to the aiport by 5:30 am and American Airlines let me on the plane. The plane was 10 minutes delayed and upon arriving at O'Hare, waited on the runway 10 more minutes, making me nervous about having only 1 hour between flights. I began walking briskly toward my gate and walked right on without using the restroom.
That is unheard of for me. I then learned that I had the middle seat in the section of 5 seats in the middle of the aircraft. Tom knows it is very difficult for me to ask people to move for me, and I am somewhat bladder-challenged, if you know what I mean. (I can't believe I am writing this on a public website.) How do you ask sleeping neighbors to excuse you while you make them get out of their seats so you can use the restroom? Especially when they are asleep. So, I waited until the ladies on either side of me got up and then made my move. The couple on my left were from the UK. Not too friendly. The couple on my right weren't a couple at all. I had assumed they were and thought the reason they never spoke to each other was because of a little marital argument.
But when the guy asked me to use my movie guide instead of asking his alleged wife, I put 2 and 2 together and realized she was not his wife at all. Anyway, one of the movies showing was, can you believe it, The Nativity Story. So, that helped pass 2 hours. I then slept for an hour and read for a while.
Before I knew it, it was time to land. After making a wrong turn on the way to customs and waiting for a terminal bus that does not exist, I made my way back upstairs to the proper place. Since it was almost midnight, the buses between terminals were not running, so I walked the underground passageway to Terminal 1. Only to find it empty, almost. Just I and a few others here tonight. I was thrilled to find an internet cafe, however, which accepts a credit card. I don't have any local currency with me. I tried to access this blog, but could not. Something about a filter block. Katie is posting for me.
Well, that is all for now. I am going to see how to kill some more time. I have a huge Dickens book and a Tolstoy for when that is finished.
To be continued...
When I woke up this morning, I pretty much did not want to. I have never appreciated early morning flights and this morning, with all the airport unknowns ahead of me, I tried unsuccessfully to talk myself into staying home. Rose very kindly drove me to the aiport by 5:30 am and American Airlines let me on the plane. The plane was 10 minutes delayed and upon arriving at O'Hare, waited on the runway 10 more minutes, making me nervous about having only 1 hour between flights. I began walking briskly toward my gate and walked right on without using the restroom.
That is unheard of for me. I then learned that I had the middle seat in the section of 5 seats in the middle of the aircraft. Tom knows it is very difficult for me to ask people to move for me, and I am somewhat bladder-challenged, if you know what I mean. (I can't believe I am writing this on a public website.) How do you ask sleeping neighbors to excuse you while you make them get out of their seats so you can use the restroom? Especially when they are asleep. So, I waited until the ladies on either side of me got up and then made my move. The couple on my left were from the UK. Not too friendly. The couple on my right weren't a couple at all. I had assumed they were and thought the reason they never spoke to each other was because of a little marital argument.
But when the guy asked me to use my movie guide instead of asking his alleged wife, I put 2 and 2 together and realized she was not his wife at all. Anyway, one of the movies showing was, can you believe it, The Nativity Story. So, that helped pass 2 hours. I then slept for an hour and read for a while.
Before I knew it, it was time to land. After making a wrong turn on the way to customs and waiting for a terminal bus that does not exist, I made my way back upstairs to the proper place. Since it was almost midnight, the buses between terminals were not running, so I walked the underground passageway to Terminal 1. Only to find it empty, almost. Just I and a few others here tonight. I was thrilled to find an internet cafe, however, which accepts a credit card. I don't have any local currency with me. I tried to access this blog, but could not. Something about a filter block. Katie is posting for me.
Well, that is all for now. I am going to see how to kill some more time. I have a huge Dickens book and a Tolstoy for when that is finished.
To be continued...
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