It’s 3:30 am US time, 9:30 am in
I changed my dollars into pounds and then looked around for the Underground to get to the B&B but gave up after a few minutes and decided to try for coffee instead. So now I’m sitting in the airport coffee shop, slightly refreshed, waiting for the coffee to kick in before I head to the Underground. No internet connection here, but I have a little time to waste so I figured I might as well start my first blog post from Europe.
So now it’s just a matter of juggling my luggage on the way to the B&B – I have a manageable but cumbersome load, after reorganizing a bit. (I was so proud of fitting all my stuff into one suitcase and then learned that it was 3 pounds overweight … so I had to split my stuff into two bags at the airport in
I feel like I’m doing that thing that I hate to see people do on blogs: rattling on and on about the most mundane details of their day. I’ll try to make it more interesting once I get some sleep. For now, I’m more overwhelmed than I thought I would be by the immigration process, money exchange, swirl of other travelers’ languages around me, and utter unfamiliarity with where I am and how things work. I’m very glad right now that I have
Oh, and once I finally made it to the end of the immigration line, the officer who was checking out my passport asked why I was here … I told him I was doing research at the British Library, and then he wanted to know what I was researching. I said “A. A. Milne” and he looked up for the first time since comparing my face to my passport, smiled and said, “Winnie-the-Pooh!” Then he stamped the passport and told me to have a good day. I like to think that Milne helped me avoid any further interrogation/complication.
Coffee’s done: it’s time to try to Underground.
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