And I'm here! An inaugural Tube ride from Heathrow on the Cockfoster line (tee hee :) has kicked off my stay very nicely, as has the wonderful hospitality of Janice, a fellow Swat alum and LISPA student. I'm settling in to ride out the jetlag, armed with tea and the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice.
The flight was interesting: Philly to Boston, where I was met by Dad and a jar of Herring Bits (actually containing delicious butternut squash) which represented Mom... then to Rekyavik, where I learned that "Smabarnahlynning" is Icelandic for "Baby Care," and that modern Icelandic is so close to what the Vikings spoke that most Icelandic people can read ancient Viking literature with no training other than their mother tongue... then to London, where I made the wonderful discovery that the airline had lost the duffel bag that contains all of my clothing. Yay!
So that's how it begins, with a bunch of craziness and exactly one outfit. Sounds about right. :)
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*HUG* HAVE FUN!!! I miss you already... sorry we didn't get to see each other before you left. BUt yay... and clothes are overrated. :-P
So when you were in Iceland, they DIDN'T talk about how their economy is collapsing and their currency is essentially worthless on the global market?
(Yay! You're in London! Keep writing!)
No, no talk of failing Iceland. Well, actually, there were Icelandic newspapers at the gates of the flight, but they were in Icelandic so I couldn't read them: but they might have been talking about the Icelandic crash! :(
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