I’m on my way home. Well, officially, I’m only at JFK, but I count that as being ‘on the way’.
I had a bit of a blow this morning. In reading my email, I found that my flight to Gatwick has been canceled, and I am flying to Heathrow instead. Now normally this may not be too much of a problem, but unfortunately my follow on flight to Malaga is via Gatwick. Oh dear – instead of having a few hours chilling out in the lounge at Gatwick, I will be hoofing it around the M25 from Heathrow to Gatwick, hoping against hope to catch my flight in time.
I hope to make it. But this trip has kinda been like that – Peggy’s luggage delayed on the Mpls-JFK flight, Kenton’s luggage delayed on his flight. Now this. It reminds me that despite modern technology, things still go wrong.
Anyhoo, I’m hoping by the end of tomorrow I will be home safe and sound at Casa Tyr. Can’t wait!