Traveling Pair

Apparently, there’s fog in London. Can you imagine that?! 

Martin and I escaped to the United Kingdom for a New Years vacation, just the two of us. It got off to a hectic start. We sat out on the flightline in Germany for more than 90 minutes due to a weather delay. Usually I prefer the window seat, but he switched with me so I could stand in the aisle awhile.

A snapshot of my pre-flight drink while reviewing my safety options! Seat 4A is considered first class on a budget airlines, right?!

We circled London a few times before landing, but once we got on the ground, we hung around inside the plane, waiting for a set of steps so we could exit.

If the car rental line was any indication of British processes, the UK won’t be leaving the EU for a thousand years…

Shout-out to the husband for waiting in that line while I sat it out. At that point, we were 2.5 hours behind schedule. And that was before the agent said, “I’m sorry” to Martin. I couldn’t hear more, but I could tell from his body language that Martin was posturing to negotiate.

I thought that we may end up with a Bentley at a third of the price.

But that wasn’t the case.

We got this tiny Fiat for a steal! Next mission = not losing my shit as Martin drove on the left side of the road from the passenger seat.

As a friend of mine aptly described: “German negotiating with Brits over a POS Italian car following, what I’m guessing, was an Irish flight over Dutch and Belgian airspace. Sounds like a full day.”

It was.