So, here I am in Heathrow, where it is about 8.30 am (or 2.30 am, Chicago time...) with some time to spare between flights. Things have been going my way all day, since I was bumped off a delayed flight to Newark and onto an earlier flight to London. I am fairly confident that Heathrow, with its British accents, is a significant improvement in layover destination over New Jersey, with God knows what kind of accents... My luck continued as I found myself seated next to a cute Austrian guy who plays tennis at the University of Texas. Despite having such a good seat buddy (he was also an interesting conversationalist), the flight was rather uneventful, and I touched down in Heathrow to discover an unexpected cache in my British bank account (must be the 'mad interest' the account makes...)
I'm now sitting down to the very traditional English breakfast of fried eggs on toast and edamame. Probably not the strangest two dishes I've ever had in one meal, but definitely up there. I got a big kick out of the water as well, as it comes from Llanllyr, Wales, not too far from my old hometown of Tongwynlais. I think I'll use the various British coins I have in my purse to stock up on polo mints and cadbury flake bars. Definitely glad to be making this stop.
It seems weird that when I woke up this morning, it was my birthday, and now I'm having breakfast in London, and in a few short hours, I'll be interviewing with Dara in Rome! What a day...
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