Flying home today.
We said our goodbyes to the Jaquet family and drove into Geneva- making a breakfast stop first, of course. We had to have our last pastries and use up some of the coins we had. We returned our rental car at the airport and did some last minute shopping for chocolate while we waited for our flight. I bought my last serving of Movenpick ice cream (Meringue and Gruyere Cream flavored) and enjoyed every delicious bite. I'm going to miss that ice cream so much.
I honestly don't remember much of the flight TO London, except that when we got there and needed to go through their customs again- it was rediculously packed. We were going to miss our flight if we didn't do something about it, so we talked to some of the workers and they let us out of the long line. Then we were RUSHING through security and DASHING down the halls. We still had to get on one of their metros to get to the other terminal. I remember repeating 'excuse me', 'pardon me' a million times as I passed by hundreds of people. Only one woman- some stewardess on an escalator- was rude. She literally didn't want to let us pass by her- even though there was plenty of space and she was just standing there. We don't even have luggage to accidently bumb people with. COME ON WOMAN!!! Our flight is in five minutes and we still need the metro. Hate might be a strong word- but I REALLY REALLY REALLY don't like her.
It was a test of endurance to get to our gate- literally at the very end of the LONG terminal. But we made it.
I had a wonderfully comfortable seat behind one of the dividing walls, so I had TONS of leg room. Flying is miserable for me if I don't have leg room. I'm not even an exceptionally tall person- I don't know how the rest of my family does it.
I slept a little. I got to pick any movies I wanted. I skimmed through Epic (which I had seen before), watched Great Gatsby for the first time, and started Iron Man 3 (already seen it) but had to turn it off when we landed.
And just like that, we were back in San Diego.
