Yay for heading home
I love London, I truly do. If I were to ever leave San Francisco, it would be my first choice of destinations. And I love traveling. Still, going home always makes me happy. I like sleeping in my own bed, being surrounded by my own things, having currency that I recognize and handle by instinct, automatically looking the right way when I cross the street, and having my friends around. OK, I had friends around on this trip, but it's not the same. I even sort of miss my job.
I'm currently sitting in the Star Alliance lounge at Heathrow. This is the first time I've flown international first class, and lemme tell you... I could get spoiled by it. I have wifi, a comfy lounge, and an array of food and drink at my disposal including enough beer and liquor to make an ADB plead for mercy.
What I don't have, however, is an ethernet cable. I could not find one for sale anywhere in the departure lounge-- the only store that carries them was sold out. Why do I care? I have internet access on the Frankfurt to San Francisco leg of the trip. Could you resist twittering from over Greenland?
I'm currently sitting in the Star Alliance lounge at Heathrow. This is the first time I've flown international first class, and lemme tell you... I could get spoiled by it. I have wifi, a comfy lounge, and an array of food and drink at my disposal including enough beer and liquor to make an ADB plead for mercy.
What I don't have, however, is an ethernet cable. I could not find one for sale anywhere in the departure lounge-- the only store that carries them was sold out. Why do I care? I have internet access on the Frankfurt to San Francisco leg of the trip. Could you resist twittering from over Greenland?
