
This years journey marks the 10 year anniversary of my very first trip to England.
On Christmas Day 1999, I flew to England to spend New Years 2000 with Simon and to meet my future in-laws. That was my first solo venture outside of the US (I had only been to Canada prior to that). The flight was from Seattle to Amsterdam and then on to Manchester.
My views on long distance travel have changed a bit over the last 10 years. Today, I would recommend paying a little extra for a non-stop flight. It is a long way to travel, best done in one exhausting leg, than two...and the opportunity for lost luggage, non-existant connecting flights and spending 5 sleep deprived hours in a strange airport in Amsterdam on a holiday with no money (only a granola bar and bottle of water) to your name...can be thankfully diverted. (Yes, that was my wonderful first experience- thanks to the fabulously incompetancy of the now-rightfully-defunct Northworst Airlines)
This is my 8th trip across the pond, and I can honestly say that I feel very much at home here these days. Most of our trips have been 3 weeks in duration (which is just enough when in-laws are thrown in-although I do love my in-laws!). This year we are staying for just 2 weeks. Our itinery includes 11 days in the E. Midlands (aka: Shakespeare Country- Stratford upon Avon is just up the road; aka The potteries- Wedgewood, Denby etc...just up the road; aka: The Black Country-coal mines abound; aka: Simon's hometown -Cannock Chase.). We will then venture back down to London where we will spend 3 delightful days drinking tea at the London Ritz and shopping.
Day 1:
(I have not taken any photos yet- but I promise to be better about this in the coming days)
Simon and I had the good fortune to be upgraded twice on our flight. We ended up in Business class on opposite sides of the plane. If you have ever been confined to an extremely small space for 9 hours you will appreciate why we readily gave up our economy and economy plus seats where we sat together, to sit apart in the much more luxurious and private business seating. Being able to lay flat and sleep on a long distance flight is a beautiful thing.
Usually I cannot sleep on a plane, but this time I catnapped for a record 4 hours! Simon also slept well.
We left an hour late, but arrived close to on-time. Grabbed a rental car and headed to Simon's hometown. It took us an extra 2 hours to get to Cannock as we were diverted off of the main motorway due to an accident. On a bright note, we got to see some interesting countryside and stately homes as we followed the detour through the Aylesbury and Weycombe (Weycombe villiage looked especially idealic with a winding road through old buildings and shops decorated for Christmas), on a normal day I would not have minded the diversion, but by the time we made it back onto the main motorway I could hardly keep my eyes open. I don't know how Simon managed, but he got us safely to his mum's house by 7pm England time.
Despite being well ready for bed, I spent a half hour after we arrived trying to figure out how to turn off the (*enter choice expletive here) radio in the rental car while Simon unloaded our bags. Such a trivial little detail just about put me over the edge (I was so tired!) We were concerned that the radio would run down the battery if left on though (and at one point, I seriously considered just letting that happen). The instruction manual said to push the on/off button, which was no where to be found. I pushed the volume button and it changed the channel, I pushed buttons that were completely unrelated to the stereo system, I considered searching out and severing the wires feeding the stereo system...I considered driving a screw driver into the dash and scrambling the entire unit...but then I discovered the on/off button, which was the volume control button I had pressed earlier- I just hadn't pressed it in long enough! (Note to Fiat: your sound system would benefit from a little "on/off" label on or near the volume knob!)
After nearly going ballistic over the event which will forever be known as the "(expletive) car stereo episode", I was caught off guard by catching a small second wind -still a bit sleepy, but I felt like I might be able to be somewhat sociable for a bit longer and engage in little time with my mother in law who was very excited to see us. Simon's mom had prepared tea - which means "dinner" not just a "cup of tea". We had one of my favorites which is "salad". This means an assortment of cold cuts, cheeses, cole slaw, boiled eggs, pork pies, pickled cucumbers and onions, cherry tomatoes, bread and butter and crisps (potato chips), not just "salad". I much prefer a light meal after a long journey and before bed-so this really fit the bill.
We unpacked and I crawled into a very warm and welcoming bed at about 8:30pm. It is now 1:30 am and I am wide awake. It has just occurred to me that it is Monday morning, not Sunday. England is 8 hours ahead of Seattle, so we completely lost Sunday this week to the travel gods. But as we are very good time travelers, I am assured of the fact that we will pick up an extra day on the way home to make up for it.
Think I will go back to bed for a few hours now...I probably won't be over the jet lag until mid-week.
Cheers, from Cannock, Staffordshire, England!