" There are no foreign lands. It is only the traveler who is foreign. " - Robert Louis Stevenson
Toothpicks remain firmly braced in the eyelids. The flight from Boston was not only an hour late scheduled to leave but then another 45 minutes on the tarmac waiting in the "queue". Needless to say our very comfortable 3 hour layover became a hurried foot race through the London heathrow airport. Made the connection and am now on route to Mumbai. Sitting beside a lovely Indian lady from Mumbai. She has sweetly lent me her magazine and then seconds later tore a piece off of the poor airline attendants for bringing her husband a Muslim meal instead of a Hindu meal. (insert Indian accent here) "such terrible service!! Never again! Virgin airlines always good before, not now! How to deal??" She thanked me profusely when I fixed the volume on her movie, grasping my hand and telling me I was such a good girl. Then admits in the next sentence that her voice is quite hoarse from her sore throat,then hacks and coughs for effect. The nurse in me wants to grab my hand sanitizer from my purse immediately. Nine hours on this flight and then hopefully a good shower in the hotel in Mumbai. Can't publish this now as no wifi so will when I can. Thanks for all the kind words and encouragement everyone. Mom, I am fine. Don't worry. Two wasted sentences. :-)
Toothpicks remain firmly braced in the eyelids. The flight from Boston was not only an hour late scheduled to leave but then another 45 minutes on the tarmac waiting in the "queue". Needless to say our very comfortable 3 hour layover became a hurried foot race through the London heathrow airport. Made the connection and am now on route to Mumbai. Sitting beside a lovely Indian lady from Mumbai. She has sweetly lent me her magazine and then seconds later tore a piece off of the poor airline attendants for bringing her husband a Muslim meal instead of a Hindu meal. (insert Indian accent here) "such terrible service!! Never again! Virgin airlines always good before, not now! How to deal??" She thanked me profusely when I fixed the volume on her movie, grasping my hand and telling me I was such a good girl. Then admits in the next sentence that her voice is quite hoarse from her sore throat,then hacks and coughs for effect. The nurse in me wants to grab my hand sanitizer from my purse immediately. Nine hours on this flight and then hopefully a good shower in the hotel in Mumbai. Can't publish this now as no wifi so will when I can. Thanks for all the kind words and encouragement everyone. Mom, I am fine. Don't worry. Two wasted sentences. :-)
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