From Heathrow

Remember when you thought the only last-minute craziness was a surprise trip to DC to get our visas? Well think again, dummy! When Zahava checked the site a couple hours before the flight, turns out it was canceled. Huh. “Due to weather conditions in Heathrow, blah blah blah.” Apparently, Heathrow can't handle a little snow.* Zahava found another British Airways flight leaving Newark a couple of hours before ours, so we ran (figuratively) to the airport to see if we could get on that flight and then still make our connecting from Heathrow to Accra.** Baruch Hashem, we got on standby and then were allowed onto the earlier flight.***

The flight was fine- uneventful. Zahava mothered a young charedi boy (who only spoke yiddish and a bissel english with a strong accent) from London whose parents were ignoring him, teaching him how to go off the derech- use his headphones and watch the TV stations and whatnot. We're now in Heathrow until 2:50 England time. It's just like American airports, except the escalators are longer and the bathrooms are nicer. Oh, also they totally lied about the snow thing. There is zero snow outside. Maybe one centimeter.****

*well, technically 9 inches. Whatever, England.

**We were also especially worried because the school already hates us, seeing as we're coming to the school a couple of days late, which is apparently Not Allowed. Great way to start off the semester, eh?

***We even got kosher meals. And we even had time to buy oreos and rolos before the flight. Best dinner ever.

****Impressed by the metric usage? We're basically British now.