Sono a London! (but everything on this website is in German)

Terminal 1 of Heathrow Airport is just one big duty free shopping mall. I'm sitting here with Tony, each of us on a red Ikea-esque chair, surrounded by shops selling everything from chocolate to designer shoes. It's been quite a hectic couple days. Tony, Brian and I arrived at SeaTac at 4:30pm on New Year's Eve, jazzed and ready for the night of travel ahead of us, only to discover that our flight was cancelled and that we weren't going to be able to get to Rome until a full 24 hours after our scheduled arrival time. Disappointed, but lucky our passports were still in tact (unlike poor Brian's), Tony and I came back to SeaTac a short 12 hours later and have been traveling ever since. A 3.5 hour flight to Chicago, another 3 hours spent at O'Hare, then a lovely 7 hour jaunt across the Atlantic to London, where I find myself sitting now, paying 5GBP (or $9.86) for internet access to pass the time until our eagerly awaited final leg of this extremely long trip. I feel dirty, exhausted, and drained, but - surprisingly - nowhere near discouraged. I love everything I'm experiencing right now, whether it be the charming British Air flight attendant who called me "love" or the unfailingly hyper Italian toddler who plagued Tony all flight with her unnecessarily noisy mechanical rabbit. I even (sort of) love the delirious, not-quite-all-there mental state I'm in right now due to my mere 3 hours of sleep in the past two days. I'm almost in Rome, and I cannot wait.