The journey to the airport was stress free. I decided that as I was going to lug this bag across the world, I should start as I meant to go on and walk to the station.
My darling husband was a bit incredulous: “Surely you are going to get a taxi?!” Anyway, I bumped into my neighbour as I left the house and she very kindly took me to the station in her car. Thanks Denise it was much appreciated and it gave us a few minutes for our goodbyes too.
My Itinerary plan doesn’t really allow for lost luggage!
The train and two tubes were all fine, I had seats all the way and minimised on the walking, but I did find it quite difficult to manage my bag, so I am going to have to work on that. It didn’t help that I was also carrying a wedding present with me, more about that later.
Arrived at the Terminal
The walk from the tube to Terminal 3 was long and my bags felt very heavy by the time I got into there. Then, the moment of truth! I had weighed my bag and then added what I thought were a couple of very light items, and I weighed in at 24.7 kilos. Oops! After all the effort I’d failed at the first hurdle.
However, Virgin Atlantic didn’t bat an eyelid and away it went without a hitch. My biggest fear is that it won’t arrive at the other end, which was what happened to me earlier this year when I had a quick visit to St Louis traveling from the same airport and terminal in February. My Itinerary plan doesn’t really allow for lost luggage!
See you in six months
A quick peck from the old man and I was off on my solo adventure. Lunch was a very nice fish pie, some ice cream to follow and sorry to admit this, Shaun, but I did enjoy a couple of glasses of wine.
Very easy flight to Boston, three seats to myself so I even managed a bit of a sleep. Entry into the US was virtually painless apart from standing in the wrong queue for 20 minutes. I found my bag, hurrah, and went out into arrivals to be greeted by my lovely cousin Elisabet.
We share the same name as we were both named after our Amma, that’s “grandmother” in Icelandic. My father decided that I would be known by my second name for some obscure reason, something to do with the Queen being Elizabeth, and so no one would say my name properly. I digress.
Off to my second destination
Elisabet whisked me away to her lovely home in Hollis, New Hampshire to be greeted by her husband Gary, her son Robert, his soon to be wife Aubrey and also Robert’s father, stepmother and two brothers. We had a wonderful family dinner and eventually I got to bed at about 1 am local time, 06.30 am my body time.
Waking @ 05.30 am, local time and my body time is almost 11:00 am! It was impossible to get back to sleep
By 07:30 I was in the kitchen having breakfast looking out at the woodland the house nestles in. Very peaceful, very beautiful.
Then the madness begins
What followed that peaceful breakfast was a day of madness. There was so much to do to prepare for the journey to Vermont, shopping, packing three cars, driving to Vermont. I should explain that the reason this trip happened in the first place was because Elisabet invited me to Robert and Aubrey’s wedding.
The plan grew from that small acorn. We talked about going to a health farm in Utah for a week and decided we would do that. We thought, as we are passing through Las Vegas we may as well stay for a few days. Then I resigned and the world of opportunity opened its doors. More of which later.
Having loaded the cars, we began the journey to Vermont where the wedding is taking place. The drive was absolutely beautiful. The trees are just starting to turn, so I can only imagine what it will be like in a few more weeks. We are staying in a beautiful house in the woods with a wrap-around veranda; there are hammocks in the grounds and you can see for miles.
