Hi y'all. We've made a little stop in Atlanta, or "Lanta" where the weather is like an Amazon sauna with nary a breeze in sight. When we asked the shuttle driver if it was always this hot (knowing full well the answer) he said, "Yeah, that's just summer in Lanta."
The heat wraps around you like boa constrictor, making you drip like a leaky faucet all over the clothes that you have to wear again tomorrow because all your stuff is on a plane to London.
Why are we in Atlanta, Ga, home of peaches, the Braves and Jimmy Carter? Well, we opted to get bumped off of a very delayed, overbooked flight last night in order to get $600 Delta vouchers for each of us and first class the next day to London. That meant we didn't get to the airport Marriott until 1 am. That we didn't go to bed until nearly 2 am, but also that we got to sleep in a bit and chill this morning.
We are the only white folks (and are we white!) for miles around. This is good for my Utah County suburban kids who see a person of color about once every few years.
We are hoping our luggage made it to London last night, and that they have it tucked away waiting for us. I am not holding my breath, because that would be just too good to be true, icing on our British tea and cakes.
We had a huge lunch on Delta airlines and since it too hot to really do anything we will head back over to the airport soon.
I'm thinking Hawaii in February with those vouchers! Anyone know anyone cousin's sister's Dad who has a condo there?
Almost to London, by way of a toasted fried flounder sandwich and some ice col' lemonade!