Welcome to London, Alison

I managed to arrive safe and sound, and am currently sitting in my wee little hotel room, where I'll be for two nights.

First I have to thank JFK for selling gluten free snacks at their kiosks, and American Airlines for my gluten free meals.










After a rather short flight (only 6 hours), I waited in the border crossing line for about an hour, and was then yelled at by the officer for not filling out the form correctly, in addition to the "What do you mean you don't know anyone here? What are you doing here then?" The agent next to her was yelling at a family because they didn't speak english. I assume both these agents are still pretty upset about Amy Winehouse, so I let it slide this time.

From the airport I had to get on the Heathrow Express, and after almost getting on the Heathrow Connect (I dunno, they looked the same to me), I arrived at Paddington Station, where I was hoping to take the Tube to the hotel. But of course, the two lines I could take aren't running to Paddington until the 24th, so I took a taxi.

I've only ever heard that London cab drivers are real characters and will talk your ear off, but mine must've been cut from a different cloth because he was downright shy and timid.

So I got to the hotel and climbed 5 flights of stairs to my room which is pretty cute.





Tomorrow I have nothing planned except to walk around, get a few groceries and maybe do a walking tour. Until then, travel friends!