The ill fated tale of a interesting journey...

Flying to London, and finally getting here was more complicated than I thought it would be. First there was...drum roll please...the deep, dark forest of airline and ticket vendor stupidity, than the forbidden attic of missed flights, and last but not least, the poison potion of lost luggage. (Can you guess that I brought Harry Potter to read on the flights?). Who thought that indirect flights could be, well, so indirect. But all this is now past, and thankfully my bag has been found and is on its way to me, so I can hug it (no more having to buy new clothes and books :))

Tomorrow is a new day...and the exictement begins...