...17 hours and 3 flights later...
I'm in London! We arrived this morning after all sorts of delays in New York due to bad weather. Maddie and I met Greg at Heathrow, and the three of us spent the day hanging out with Greg's friend Madhu from India. Thomas Marriott Moore is MIA. He was supposed to be on Greg's flight from Newark and stay with us in London tonight. He never showed. Bizarre.
Highlights from the journey here:
-Crazy woman from Trinidad evangelizing to me on the flight from Cinci to JFK. (Longest two hours of my life)
-"Miss Tuna going to Tunis, and I'm having tuna for dinner." -Thank you British Airways receptionist.
-Falling asleep standing up on the Tube.
That's all for now.
p.s. Happy Birthday, Jacob!