Flying Into London
This morning I flew into Heathrow. A very different view from La Guardia! For one thing, I spent most of the eight-hour flight trying to get some sleep. Obviously, the harder I tried the more difficult it became. I was finally starting to get groggy when the plane touched down.
For another, it’s raining in London (as usual). I really miss this place. Given the opportunity, Mariana and I would move back here without hesitation.
