Al and I were up LATE packing and trying to figure out our arrangements for the trip home, so we didn’t go to bed until around 2am. Normally, this wouldn’t be such a big deal, but we had to wake up at 5:15am to get checked out and take the shuttle to the airport. We were afraid we’d oversleep so we requested a wake-up call. But instead we got a wake-up knock on the door. Weird.
Heathrow requests that you check in THREE HOURS BEFORE your international flight. Three hours. Why? It was miserable. Al and I were both tired (aka grumpy). We checked in about 2.5 hours early (ain’t no one gonna tell us what to do!) and there was NO ONE at our gate. No people working, our flight wasn’t even listed on the monitor, nothing. So, again I ask, why were we supposed to be there THREE HOURS EARLY? Stupid rules. Stupid, stupid rules.
Fortunately, our flight left on time. The flight back is 9 hours, and we’re currently about 8 hours in. The flight left at 9, and they served us our lunch around 10. I slept off and on (YEAH!), but was wide awake after about 4 hours. So, I watched the last 30 minutes of Slumdog Millionaire (if you haven’t yet, you MUST see this movie), and then watched “The Express.” We were just given our “snack,” which consisted of a frozen turkey sandwich, onion chips, and a Twix bar. I totally destroyed that Twix.
When we land in Chicago we have a 3-hour layover before our flight leaves for Springfield. I have a few more things that I want to share with you, so hopefully I’ll get a chance at that time. But for now, my sandwich is almost thawed…
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