About 24 hours after we left our house Thursday morning, we got into our room in London.
After sitting in the Chicago airport for what felt like an eternity, Nick and I heard an announcement for a last call to London. After he did some investigating, we found out there was another AA flight about to leave for London at 4:30. We speed walked to the gate and were on our way 1 1/2 hours earlier than anticipated. The flight was packed and the plane wasn’t as big, but it was pretty much a non issue at the time. There were only minor hold ups when getting to London. Since our luggage was no where near us on the plan, we kind of lost it. I say kind of because we got it, we were just the last ones off the plane. Actually there was one guy after us, but he couldn’t find his luggage at all. The passport checking line was long, but not terrible. We ended up taking a cab to the hotel. Big mistake. I don’t even want to say aloud how much money that cost us, but neither of us really felt like messing around with shuttles or whatever they have here.
When we got to our hotel our reservation had been canceled because we hadn’t checked in the day before. We waited about an hour or so and finally checked into our room around 11am. Then we slept until about 4:30. So much for not sleeping before the flight to get into the groove of the time change.
And addressing Kristen’s comment, tallying Nick’s complaints about connecting flights and getting up early would have been an excellent idea. 99.9% of his complaints were followed up with “…and being up this early sucks.”