Tag: flight

  • An Dara La’ (Day Two)

    That’s Gaelic (pronounced “Gallic” in Scotland). When we finally landed at London’s Heathrow Airport, our mission was to find the restroom and then find our gate, a herculean task, apparently. Because we were six hours early, it wasn’t posted on the flight screens yet. When it was finally posted, we had to hop on an…

  • More about getting there…

    Yeah, the flight was grueling. I had really hoped I would sleep. Trisha had even brought some valerian root pills because I had told her I’d read they would help us sleep. She may have slept more than I did–I’m not sure because she sat behind me. That in itself was weird, because when we…