From Rome to London

Soooooo...Aaron missed his flight. This was not my fault. He misread his flight information and thought the arrival was the departure. My flight left before he secured a seat on the next one to Athens, so Aaron could still be in Rome, for all I know. Let's hope not. Since I brought my KU playing cards with me, we had a couple games of War before we parted ways.

We did have one last gelato, and mine was stracietella again, that's my favourite. My travels went smoothly for the most part. My last flight out of Milan was delayed a half hour and then when I got to Heathrow there were only two people manning the non-EU passport arrivals, which took forever, and my luggage had been going round and round by the time I got through it. I made it to Kate's friend's place just fine, at about midnight. Everyone had gone to sleep, so I did not request internet, just passed out. It's morning and Kate and I are watching TV. British commercials are quite entertaining. I'm going to go to the hostel I stayed at last weekend before my train to Leicester leaves and see if they have my phone. If not, I'll purchase another.