We arrived

Followers,
Someone famous once wrote ‘luck is when preparation meets opportunity.’ I write to you today to offer an exploration of that definition, as I recount the process by which I arrived in London this morning.
But before the story begins, you must know that it is low 60’s in London, partly cloudy, with good chance of Jet Lag Feel across the area.
The flight was supposed to leave RDU via Delta at 3:30p sharp. And we did, in fact, board a Delta flight and begin taxing at 3:30. However, the captain announced with a regretful tone that there were some unexpected difficulties, he had little information, and we would be stalling on the tarmac for a bit. An hour later, we re-approached the gate, unboarded the plane, and the chaos of rebooking tickets due to a cancelled flight began. According to the captain, poor weather prevented air travel into Boston, which would mean we would miss our connecting flight to Heathrow.
So, like little sheep, we formed a queue to commence the frustrating process. And this is when the exploration of the idiom regarding luck begins. I would like to point out that dad did a fantastic job coordinating flight details. Jessica similarly did a swell job getting us to the airport. However, unforeseen circumstances provided the worst of luck, regardless of our preparation.
Upon calling the Delta 1-800 number (this being around 5:15p), I eventually met the woman who would work with my father to get us on a direct flight to Heathrow leaving RDU at 6:15p (in one hour). The deal was worked out, and we were on our way. I would like to thank the staff American Airlines for making this possible. Sometimes, luck is just luck, and has nothing to do with preparation. That was the moral of the story.
The flight. The plane was huge, probably carrying 350 passengers. The flight attendents offered plenty of refreshments and even a dinner meal. I mean, there’s really nothing useful I can write about unless you want to hearing groaning about trying to sleep on a plane.
We arrive in London just before 7a, and our luggage made the transfer! Feeling the luck, we dare to attempt the public transport system, and take a train/bus to our hotel.
And that’s where we are, folks. Waiting to check into our room, freshen up, and hopefully make the 11:30a changing of the guard ceremony at Buckingham Palace.
More later.
Andrew