24 hours of JFK
We decided it was a good idea to save the cash and just spend the night in JFK. Security is lame and we didn’t want to spend more time there than we had to (though Mike had somehow gotten Sky Priority AND TSA Precheck, skipping me and the 45 minute wait in the first line). I worked while we were there so I could at least make a little money for the week. While I thought at first I could work regular hours, I realized that I needed to break it up to keep from going insane. I did enjoy watching the planes take off – it reminded me of going to the airport when I was a kid, before the 911 and security issues made it impossible.
The worst parts about spending the night in the airport? Around 2 am and realizing that floor-sleeping was happening. I bundled up in my jacket and slept fitfully on the tile floor. We moved to a carpeted area at one point, but there really is no way to be warm on a hard airport floor, ever.
We got pretty loopy, honestly. There was a moving walkway we were sitting near that had a repeating recording which said, “Hold the Handrail.” After several hours of this, it morphed into “Hold the Toblerone.”
The Decadent Feeling of Breaking Self-Imposed Rules
I’d been gluten-free up to this point, but I decided to get over myself and go back to eating delicious things on this trip. Research had shown that it’s pretty hard to maintain a GF life during travel (though not impossible), especially overseas. So, I enjoyed a lot of pizza and burgers. It tasted like magic after so long. The airport was my first taste of this.
I gave my phone a break and didn’t watch movies on this flight. Instead? I read a book. It felt positively sinful. I’ve been working myself to the bone lately, so not updating someone’s Facebook or checking analytics was good. I must do this more often.
Once we got to London, things went south for me. Usually, I’m the queen of navigation, but the tube completely befuddled me. I also relied too hard on our international plan. Though it was a generous (free!) plan, data was only 2G. I couldn’t load any maps. Instead? We organized an Uber. This strategy will be used many times during the rest of our trip. Our Uber driver was the nicest, another pattern that would continue. I also downloaded an offline tube map to tide us over for the rest of the trip. My advice? Get the tricked out international plan or expect 2G data to be completely unreliable inside of any foreign city. Once out of the city, you’re golden.
Once we got to our Airbnb for the night, we promptly passed out in preparation for the next day.