It is 1:40 p.m. on Sunday, July 14, my husband and I are packed and ready for our flight to London. We are relaxing and waiting for the hands of time to tell us to head to the airport. Ding, a text message arrives saying our flight is on time. That’s good news, we smile. Ding, a new text arrives three minutes later. Your flight is delayed one hour. You will arrive in Dallas at 8:00 p.m. What?! That can’t work, our flight to London leaves at 8:10 p.m. We no longer smile.
Panic sets in, breathing is difficult, something must be done. I call the airline. All operators are busy, would you like us to call you back? Absolutely! Seven minutes of heart palpitations before the phone rings. A pleasant voice asks, “What can I help you with today?” I explain the problem. She begins to search for a solution. It seems that the 1:30 flight has been delayed until 3:30. The voice on the line asks, “Can you get to the airport to make that flight?” Absolutely!
Turn the hot water heater to vacation mode, set the thermostat on hold, dump the leftover milk, what have we forgotten? Load the bags into the neighbor’s car and off we go. We arrive at the airport by 2:30. Breathing is returning to normal. There seems to be a slight issue with the boarding pass, but the person behind the desk assures us, we are on the flight. As we stand at the counter another couple wants to get on this flight, but they are denied as this plane is full. I breathe a small prayer of thanks to the person who was able to book us. We must be the last ones to board the plane. Slowly the plane backs away and we are on our way to see new parts of the world from a cruise ship.
Many sleepless, uncomfortable hours later we arrive in London. We have purchased the transfer to the port from the cruise line. This helps to ensure that the boat won’t leave without us. The cruise line representative tells us the bus will be here shortly. Two hours later we board a bus for a two hour ride to the port.
We drag our tired bodies off the bus into the terminal thinking this will go quickly because no one else is there. This is not to be. They have disconnected all but two computers, so we must stand in line to get checked in. All I want to do is find my cabin to collapse, but that must wait. The ship is in the process of the muster drill. Attendance is mandatory. We are beyond tired and hungry, but we make it through the drill hauling our carry-on bags behind us. Finally, we make it to our cabin. A shower revives me and I am ready for whatever adventures lie ahead.
Fortunately our first day is a sea day, so we can rest up and be ready for the ports ahead. I will give you the details and share photos from this trip next week. But here is a taste of some of the sights to come. Can you guess where this is?