London
Day 1 (and 2)
Left Defiance in a timely manner. TSA guys blocked off the parking garages without an explanation, so we had to go to one of the off-site lots and take a shuttle. Still, we got there in plenty of time. The flight to JFK was Sam’s first, so it was a lot of fun. The flight to Heathrow was frustrating, only for little reasons, since none of the food was to Sam’s liking, and the video channels were limited to 10(!). Sam slept a few hours, Gabe made it a point of honor not to sleep a wink. When we got to Heathrow we found our way to passport control and waited for a half hour while both boys whined about the wait. A nice lady pulled us out of the queue and we were in the baggage area, only to find that our stroller had been decapitated. Well, it was de-pedicated actually. (While we were looking for our bags, Gabe came over with a wheel in hand, saying, “Isn’t this from our stroller?” We found the rest around the carousel and saw that it was never gonna go back together. I took off the tags and propped it up against a pillar. Let’s just call it impromptu performance art.) We had seen Uncle Matt way far back in the passport control line and waited for ages upon ages, but he never came, so we decided to get on the Heathrow Express. We knew we’d end up in the same place, and Matt had said prior that if we met up, fine, if not, we’ll certainly see each other later. I made the rookie mistake of buying First Class tickets and paying a small fortune for them, but ended up in the regular coach with two totally zombified children. A porter said we were welcome to move, but with too much luggage and the boys, I said we were OK (but still felt dumb). We found the hotel without any real trouble and checked in early. Pretty soon Uncle Matt came by and we went to a bagel place on Praed Street. Soon after that (well, a couple hours maybe of napping) OtherMom came by and we ALL went on the Tube to the V&A and Natural History Museum. We made our way back in rush hour busyness and our body clocks still thought it was only noon. All in all, we feel pretty good for people who have been living in one very long day (I hate night flights, where you leave in the afternoon of one day and arrive the next morning of the other, without really getting any sleep and having to face a whole day still ahead.)
Day 1 (and 2)
Left Defiance in a timely manner. TSA guys blocked off the parking garages without an explanation, so we had to go to one of the off-site lots and take a shuttle. Still, we got there in plenty of time. The flight to JFK was Sam’s first, so it was a lot of fun. The flight to Heathrow was frustrating, only for little reasons, since none of the food was to Sam’s liking, and the video channels were limited to 10(!). Sam slept a few hours, Gabe made it a point of honor not to sleep a wink. When we got to Heathrow we found our way to passport control and waited for a half hour while both boys whined about the wait. A nice lady pulled us out of the queue and we were in the baggage area, only to find that our stroller had been decapitated. Well, it was de-pedicated actually. (While we were looking for our bags, Gabe came over with a wheel in hand, saying, “Isn’t this from our stroller?” We found the rest around the carousel and saw that it was never gonna go back together. I took off the tags and propped it up against a pillar. Let’s just call it impromptu performance art.) We had seen Uncle Matt way far back in the passport control line and waited for ages upon ages, but he never came, so we decided to get on the Heathrow Express. We knew we’d end up in the same place, and Matt had said prior that if we met up, fine, if not, we’ll certainly see each other later. I made the rookie mistake of buying First Class tickets and paying a small fortune for them, but ended up in the regular coach with two totally zombified children. A porter said we were welcome to move, but with too much luggage and the boys, I said we were OK (but still felt dumb). We found the hotel without any real trouble and checked in early. Pretty soon Uncle Matt came by and we went to a bagel place on Praed Street. Soon after that (well, a couple hours maybe of napping) OtherMom came by and we ALL went on the Tube to the V&A and Natural History Museum. We made our way back in rush hour busyness and our body clocks still thought it was only noon. All in all, we feel pretty good for people who have been living in one very long day (I hate night flights, where you leave in the afternoon of one day and arrive the next morning of the other, without really getting any sleep and having to face a whole day still ahead.)
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