By Time for vacation to end and to make our way back home. Travel days are not my favorite day in general. It’s a lot of hurry up and wait. While I had a great time I was exhausted and ready to come home. The entire trip was full of fun – eating, walking, shopping, laughing with friends and generating great memories. We ate our breakfast, left our luggage in storage at the hotel and headed to the Jubilee market in Covent Garden. I was all shopped out, but I tagged along (trying to be a good sport…but probably wasn’t). If you like knick knacks, bric-a-brac, antiques, junque, this is your place. But it wasn’t my cup of tea. Cleaning out my parents’ house and packing and moving too many times has me made me wary (and weary) of collecting more stuff.
Still the day was beautiful and the other gals each found a little something to take home. We had one more drama in store that I will downplay as best as possible. I had scheduled an Addison Lee to take us to the airport. I thought (key word there), Delta/Virgin Atlantic was Terminal 5. Long story short…it is not. Terminal 5 is British Airways. I have NO idea why I made this mistake. I have never flown British Airways to/rom London. But there we were at Terminal 5, unclear of how to rectify the situation. The mistake was mildly compounded because our driver got confused on where to drop us off. It took a bit of effort to get to the correct terminal but we got there. Just not as much time to shop as we’d have liked.
This is the first time that I’ve taken the late afternoon flight back. Usually I’m on the first flight out. I don’t know that any flight time is particularly advantageous. Any flight will be long and will feel longer because you’re wide awake. Bulk head was lovely (not as lovely as Delta One, but certainly not as expensive). I experienced another friendly flight attendant so that made the time pass quicker.
We landed at Terminal E in Atlanta…and prepared to trudge the mile or so to customs (yes – it is that long a trek!). I tool on the pack mule duties again, carrying my friend’s duffel. Honestly, I didn’t mind. She organized the entire trip, I felt the least I could do was help with luggage.
Relatively uneventful from here on out. All the luggage arrived. We all got through customs without an issue. My good friends gave me a ride home. When I got home, I took a most glorious (and very much needed) shower, then went off to sleep.
This trip was great. Friends were great. I’m grateful for the memories…and for my sister restocking my fridge for me so I’d have something to eat.
Here’s a fun picture that I created via the waterlogue app. Let me know which you prefer!
