6 hours in JFK, 7 hours in the air, 7 hours in Heathrow Airport, 2 hours waiting for the bus to the hotel, and a total of 4.9 miles walked (IN THE AIRPORT). That’s my Monday summed up in numbers.

Just when I thought the day was rough, it worsened.

It’s 11:37 p.m. and I am finally in bed, but still in London…Yup that’s right. Still here. I was booked for a 5:00 p.m. flight, but was kicked off the plane. No one could explain why, but thankfully the airline company put me up in a hotel for the night, so I didn’t have to waste anymore hours in the airport. I was so excited to head to the hotel!It was 7:00 p.m., which meant that I had been in an airport or on a plane for the past 24 hours. As luck would have it, my bus that runs every 20 minutes had a sick driver, so the bus didn’t arrive for two hours. Cue angry British people.

I was relieved once I made it t the hotel. I turned on a hot shower and just sat there for awhile happy to not be on my feet. Dinner was another adventure. I accidentally crashed a private Indian buffet (whoops) and had to return my plate of food. When I figured out where I was actually supposed to eat, I ordered Indian curry anyhow and apple flan, which was delicious! With a full stomach, I made my way upstairs, wrapped up in bed, and crashed.