As I write this entry, it's about four-thirty in the morning back home and nine-thirty a.m. here in London's Heathrow airport. I am well along in my travels, but still far from my destination.
The trip began with a ride to the airport and a flight to JFK. I flew on Delta, where I have no privileges, but I was lucky enough to score an extra-leg-room seat, so I was reasonably comfortable.
In JFK, I walked for what seemed like a mile or more, first to reach baggage claim, then to catch the train to another terminal, and finally to check into my American Airlines flight to Heathrow.
I spent several hours in the flagship Admirals Club there, which not only offered for free all of my typical travel beverages of choice, it also provided a lovely little workspace.
Power to charge multiple devices, a good desk, and room for beverages; it's hard to ask for more.
I was in business class for the flight to Heathrow, so I was quite comfortable the entire way. The only problem is that the trip lasts only five and a half hours, which after eating and watching a short movie leaves very little time for what passes for sleep on a plane. Still, I managed to grab about 90 minutes of low-quality sleep.
I'm spending some hours here in the arrivals lounge because the car I hired to take me to Gatwick won't arrive until nearly eleven. This is also a fine place to pass time, though, with comfortable chairs for working and reading, plus a sort of build-it-yourself British breakfast. I kept my version simple by avoiding the tomato and mushroom bits.
If you click the image to expand it, you'll be able to seen the spoonful of beans in the upper right of the plate; I felt they were necessary to fulfill the plate's potential.
From here, I'll spend an hour or so in the car going to Gatwick, check in and check baggage, and ultimately fly to Florence. With Brexit I'm not sure how security will work there, but I will find out.
By the time I hit my hotel, it'll be around nine in the evening Florence time. I am quite looking forward to a real bed.