I forgot how much it suuuuucks to fly to England. 8.5 hours this time and at 1.5 hours in I’m all Oh My God we’re not even close to Halfway There : HURRY UUUUUP! Luckily though I slept for a while, which is rather a coup for me. Usually I don’t sleep on transit.
Please note the little boxes of raisins that came with my lunch.
I’m going to miss a few places in Victoria while I’m out of the country. The Thrifty foods by my house. The dance studio. The library. I don’t go to the library very often (I go to the downtown branch) but I was there the other day returning a book before I left so I didn’t have to pay a fine and I appreciated how nice it is to be in a familiar place.
I was at my neighbourhood Thrifty foods this morning to pick up some candied ginger and again, I looked around, and noted that I wouldn’t be visiting for a few weeks and I was pleased to be breaking my routine for a little while. But I’ll get back to it soon, and then I’ll be pleased to get back to it.
I’ve spent the late afternoon today at the Vancouver airport. We arrived 4.5 hours early for our flight. This is entirely due to us taking the ferry over: always take an earlier ferry, just in case.
I’m traveling with 3 other smart women, so that’s why my pronoun might occasionally switch.
I’m about to board my first plane: one to London, then the second to Madrid. I’m going to nest in and have a cozy overnight flight. I have a Chatelaine magazine to read and Melatonin. Good night.
My review of the great gatsby (the movie): read the book. It takes the same amount of time. It’s quite pretty, though, the movie. Maybe have it playing in the background of a twenties-themed party.
In related news, I seem to be watching a lot of movies that are either set in the 20s or 30s or were made then. People wore hats. Also: surprised to find that there are more than just musicals from this era. Imagine. But I still like the musicals best. Also: Katherine Hepburn. Here she is knitting.
i'll try to be better. i promise 