The jump across the pond
We arrived at SeaTac with plenty of time to spare, so we got through security and had a nice lunch at Anthony’s at the Airport: salmon burgers, salmon and chips, halibut and chips, and the rogue fillet of salmon. So good.
Our flight to Denver was semi-uneventful, with an odd, sideways-y landing the only exception.
Our flight to London, in contrast, found us in the throws of middle America thunderstorms. From about Nebraska to Illinois (don’t ask how that’s on a straight shot to England from Denver, our flight-path looked like a sine wave), we experience some of the worst turbulence any of us had. Old ladies shrieking, many atheists momentarily reconverted, the works.
Two meals, eight hours, and three movies later, we completed our hop across the pond. We cashed out some dollars into pounds and Euros, made an uneventful sidle through customs, and found our luggage, already pulled from the carousel.
And with that, we ventured on into the United Kingdom.