It's always a bit terrifying when the plane starts lurching back and forth and dropping several feet while the engines rev and struggle. Especially when the only information given from the pilot is that all passengers and flight attendants need to take their seats and securely fasten their seat belts immediately. And even more especially when, as I mentioned before, you have been re-watching the first season of Lost and joking about crash landing on a desert island (only we were over Detriot). I think this scenario is the very reason Xanax was invented.Needless to say, I took a pretty decent dose of it. Once we were out of the turbulence, I was able to sleep a bit. The food was awful, the sleep sporadic... really a terrible flight.

And then there was London. I love the English. The terminal in which I was waiting for my next flight offered pedicures (not free, but reasonably priced). I immediately signed up. It was fantastic.

While I waited for the paint to dry, I got to sit in a fancy massage chair (which felt eerily human). I pulled out my laptop and tried to connect... denied. Another "pay as you go" type of wifi. When I brought this frustration up to my pedicurist, she fetched me an Ethernet cable and made me tea. Loverly....

Of course, this is posted a day late because I became SO relaxed, I panicked  when I looked up and saw that my flight was bording and pulled the plug on my connection...