Suitcase a
Passport a
Excitement a
Monday started with a pounding heart. Once I checked into the airport in Marquette the excitement started to kick in. The flight from Marquette to Detroit only took about 50 minutes, most of which I spent talking to a woman from Indianapolis, MI who married a Welshman and lived close to Bangor, in Cardiff, for some time. It was a delightful conversation aside from the few sentences where she said that the weather sucked and the food was awful (I later realized that these remarks were in part due to her having split in a nasty divorce from her Welsh husband). Oh well, that can't rain on my parade, literally.
Upon getting off of the plane in Detroit I made my way to the terminal for the next flight to Heathrow. I sat, got a coffee, some hummus and tabouli, a paper, and sat. I called Celena, happily situated in here little artist's studio in Eugene, OR, and we caught up. It was so wonderful to hear her voice. (Luff you gurll!) After about an hour three southern bells showed up at the Heathrow terminal and sat directly across from me. We struck up a conversation after I heard one of them mention Swansea University which is only 60 minutes South of Bangor. So these cute Southern girls and I got to talking. We shared emails, school info., hometowns, how we heard about our programs and why we decided to go... which lead to a wonderful lunch.
I got a call from a very excited Alaina Nesbitt shortly after we got done with lunch. I went to meet her in that super cool tunnel in the Detroit Metro Airport with the changing lights and the space-age music (this is were the slow motion kicked in and the sappy music started to play)- when we finally saw each other we practically bounced apart due to momentum at impact! So, as you can imagine, we did a lot of girly squealing and pinched ourselves to make sure we weren't day dreaming. It was so wonderful to see my Irish lass again...
At 6:55 we boarded the plane to London. It was a very long flight with lots of British accents floating around in the air as I attempted to find a comfortable position to sleep in. Alas, I didn't sleep a wink. Not at all. ZERO. But I was surprisingly fine when we landed in London at 7:30 am UK time (2:00 am Marquette time). Customs took forever. Everyone in line wore the same expression of sleep deprived-aggravation. When it was at last my turn the small British man behind the desk said "Ello, Love! First trip to London is it?" (Mmhm, exactly! ) I just kind of shook my head yes and forked over my university papers and stood still until he said "Alright, then. 'Ave yourself a wuundaaaful time. Don't study too 'ard!"
I love Britain already.
Love, Zoe
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