The Eight Hour Layover

This is part 3 in the ongoing series detailing my first trip to Europe in the Winter of 2005-2006. This may only interest some readers, be assured, regular posts will be coming. I am transitioning the blog to a different posting schedule, so there might be some hiccups until it gets ironed out. Thanks for reading! more…

As I said in my earlier post, my travel addition didn’t start until college. However, I did have a few travel experiences before then. My father, an international businessman, didn’t care for travel with us because he did so much of it for work. For him, JFK-FRA meant seven hours of bad sleep and being thousands of miles away from his family. Not surprisingly, he preferred to take vacations closer. But we did have a few adventures, outside of my yearly trips to Miami. And adventures is a good way to put them. My father’s style of travelling is not “lay on the beach,” but to seek out and find things, to explore, and to see things off the beaten track. more…

This is part II of an ongoing series of posts detailing my Winter 2006 Grand Tour. Part I is available here.

The plane touched down, and we stood in the customs line. My passport was brand new, and the first stamp in it was placed by the Heathrow customs agent. As we walked through the airport, I kept looking for examples and evidence that I was in a different place; that I was no longer home. Electrical receptacles, of course, and then we finally got to the London Underground terminal at the airport. My father had changed some money, so we bought our tickets, jumped on the underground and finally made our way to the hotel at Maida Vale. more…