A Day In The Journey

All right. Here goes the account of my journey thus far. I will try to be orderly and work through in a mostly chronological manner excepting a brief (sort of) notation of things similar and different that I have noticed. That part should largely work itself, though, I would expect. And now, off we go!

I packed almost nothing until Wednesday afternoon and evening. I also overpacked. Sigh. I suppose this being my first really major (longer than a week and a half) trip and first trip to a completely new place, that's understandable. Now that I'm in the midst, though, I realize I could've easily honed my inclusions enough to fit into my usual little green suitcase instead of this big wheelie duffle. Ah well. Thursday, Mom drove me to the airport as I pondered everything, hoping I had all I needed and regretting my inability to pack. At the airport, I checked in and got to use my passport for the first time. Awesome. After the hour flight to Houston (because of course it makes sense to go west in order to travel east...), I proceeded to my next gate following my typical proceedure of checking every single display to make sure I end up at the right gate. I did find the gate. I also discovered that it's good to read the whole gate display as I learned about 10 minutes after I arrived that I was supposed to verify my passport at the desk. No harm no foul, though, and I was soon all set to board my flight for London.

I found myself seated next to a lovely Scottish lady. She and her husband were returning to Scotland from Houston where their daughter and son-in-law live. We had a very pleasant chat and then I settled back to enjoy my choice of movie from the seat back: Sherlock Holmes. In all, despite my best intentions, I may have managed two hours sleep spread throughout the flight. This made things fun. Haha. After a fun three or four loops around, we landed at Heathrow, and I proceeded through Customs, retrieved Superduffle, figured out the trains, and proceeded into London.

Once there, I spent an undue amount of time wandering and wasting time, largely because I am a silly goose. We'll largely skip that part. Haha. I did also discover that not only am I bad at packing only what's needed, I'm bad at arranging it as well, the result being several pitched battles between me and Superduffle before I managed to overcome my silly goosery and find the Left Luggage service that I needed. At that point, I was able to proceed luggage-free to the British National Museum for the large part of the day. And with that, I offer an intermission.