How did I get here?
This is a story all about how
my life got flip-turned upside-down.
Now I’d like to take a minute,
Just sit right there –
I’ll tell you how I became a
victim of a traveling scare.
So, where in the world am I?
Would it be weird if I said I didn’t know the answer to that? Well, that’s not entirely true, I suppose. I do know where I am. And I most definitely know where I’m not: I’m not in London like I should be. Here are some pictures of the madness that was my day. See if you can put this together and figure out what’s happening in my life.
Fun story: Our flight from Malta to Gatwick was cancelled due to poor weather conditions (read: London’s inability to deal with snow). Quite problematic, mind you, because I had a trip to Edinburgh planned for Sunday and Alex has a trip to California planned for Monday. All flights to Gatwick were cancelled and we were left with two options: fly to Newcastle today or fly to Newcastle or Gatwick on Monday. Unfortunately, Monday won’t work for either of us, thus we were left with one viable option and grabbed the flight to Northern England instead.
Where did we go from there? Well, that was a feat as we navigated the cold wintery weather up north (thank God for iPhones, laptops & Wi-fi). We hadn’t planned to end up in Newcastle and neither of us really had a plan of attack (or proper cold-weather clothing). We were offered a transfer from Newcastle to London via coach, but considering the gross weather and the 25 mile per hour ride involved with taking the coach, that would put us in London at around 3AM after a 7 to 10 hour coach ride. Ten hours on a stinky, stuffy coach is not my idea of fun.
Instead, we decided to take a train from Newcastle to Edinburgh, a much shorter ride than the one that we would have experienced from Newcastle to London. While we were in the train terminal at the Newcastle Airport looking at the train map someone stole my huge bag from literally behind my back. I noticed within 20 seconds that it was gone and Alex and I chased the culprit down and managed to retrieve my bag. I swear, I’m not making this up.
After we arrived at Waverly Station in Scotland, we had to scale three sets of stairs with huge 45 pound bags. After getting to the top of the stairs we spotted a hotel across the way from the station. It was the perfect price, offered Wi-fi, showers and warmth! Fortunately, I had over-packed for my Malta trip and have a load of extra clothes to wear in Scotland + my computer + chargers + my books, etc. Now Alex and I are warming our souls with Marks & Spencer salads and music to re-ignite our spirits after this soul-wrenching day. At least our window comes with a pretty gorgeous view:
Love from Scotland,
PS. Thank you to the best family for staying with us at the airport during this whole fiasco. We appreciate all of your support!