Oopsie :)

Today was a travel day for me. I dropped the rental car off this morning and played the cute blonde route with the attitude of "Oh my, I didn't notice those scratches. Or the hubcap missing. Dear me..." It didn't work. Anyway, I boarded my flight from Dubling to Gatwick in London. Flew that. Then, in order to get throught the airport I spent 40 minutes standing in line at customs only to discover it wasn't necessary when I got to the front (signage would have been nice...I mean signage other than the enormous "Travellers from Ireland this way" sign that I overlooked.) So I ran to baggage claim, confident my bag had been reclaimed and exploded by security for beiung abandoned. Thankfully there it was, slowly revolving on the carousel, crying quietly to itself like that time I was left at soccer practice for like 6 hours.

So I picked up my bag (and in the future, I am getting a suitcase with wheels. This backpacking thing is for the birds) and headed to the ticket counter for a 20 pound ticket for the bus to Heathrow. I was nervous as hell I was going to miss my connection.

An hour or so later I get into Heathrow and hussle to the SAS counter. I put my card in the machine (I've had such good luck with these this trip) and of course they have no record of a ticket for me. I go to the counter. No Mr. Wall, no record of any purchase. And it was infuriating. I was thinking how I was charged for it and about how I am going to have to buy a new ticket day of and get completely taken on the charges. I go to the ticket counter and after a bit of pleading, the man informs me that I have a ticket on the flight tomorrow, and would that be helpful?

So here I am in London, back in South Kensington at the only place I can call home.

I am so ready to unpack...just to have some place of permanence.

Anyway, tomorrow Copenhagen!