Katie and I felt like cattle on the way to the airport this morning. It was the first time we've been up with the Londoners on their way to work. Everyone was shuffling through the crowded train station, quietly reading newspapers or listening to their iPods. They were so serious, too. I was hoping someone would burst into song to cheer everyone up. It didn't happen though.
We were pleased to reach our destination at Heathrow airport and begin our journey to Geneva, Switzerland. Everyone back home will be surprised to learn that they do not post the actual gate for your flight until 30-45 minutes before it's scheduled to depart. No one was freaking out about it, they just hung out, had a coffee, and relaxed until it was time to check where to go. It was much more relaxed than in the states, which I guess is good and bad.
I've never seen so many people have to go to the bathroom in a less than two-hour flight. One screaming 3-year-old with a pacifier annoyed the entire cabin. Even after we landed, her mother was dragging the spoiled child through customs. Ridiculous. On the bright side, they served us Swiss cheese sandwiches and complimentary chocolates.
We then entered a very foreign zone. They speak French in Geneva. Katie and I do not. We learned how to smile and say "merci" a lot. I think the people really liked us.
Even though our flight was delayed a couple hours, the timing could not have been better. We found the shuttle to our hotel as soon as we walked outside, and thirty minutes later Jennifer and the whole Disney on ice crew arrived. We went to dinner at the Coop Restaurant/grocery store, which sounds different, but was actually very good and expensive. We learned early on that we would have to watch our wallets on this trip.
Overall, it was a great start to a splendid weekend. We were looking forward to a fun-filled adventure full of girl talk and Swiss treats.
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