And now we return to our regular (possibly boring) reports...

I was going to keep a journal of the things I've done and seen, but now that I have this snazzy new blog I'll just write here, and you can skip over the boring stuff...like the flight report:

The first leg to Atlanta was just fine. The plane was fairly empty so there was plenty of room to stretch out and enjoy the latest Ashton Kutcher tour de fource: "A Lot Like Love." Sorry Demi, I give your BF a thumbs down :-( Seriously, do they need to try to make these flights worse? To add insult to injury, the movie on the second leg was "Monster-in-Law" for goodness sake. Like it isn't hard enough to sleep without Jennifer Lopez yapping at me. Oh well, that's why god invented sleeping pills I guess (thanks for the tip Peavy!). The pseudo-pot roast and mashed potatoes they served for dinner were surprisingly decent though.

So I made it to Gatwick and got through passport control (guess that warrant hasn't shown up on the international records yet, heh) and the first thing I saw when I got through customs was a reporter rushing over to ask me if I'd come from America, and if so had I been affected by the hurricane. Over 6000 miles away and that is still all they're talking about! Unfortunately after 15 hours of traveling I wasn't quick enough on my feet to make up a sad story and tell the British public where they could send their donations to help me rebuild.

Olav picked me up just a few minutes later and we made the 2 hour drive back to Leamington Spa. Five airports in the London area and I manage to pick the one that is furthest from them, good job Bev! But both Leah and Olav have been incredibly gracious so far, and I appreciate their hospitality and generosity so much, especially since this is probably the last place I'll have a private bed and bath for three weeks.

Today Leah and I visited Warwick, the next town over and home to a very impressive castle and church. I'll show you about 50 pictures of them when I get home, you'll be thrilled! Now we're back at their place and planning on dinner and a pub, wish me luck! I hear these English people are serious about their drinking...

So hopefully that walked the fine line between boring you to death and rubbing your nose in the amazing time I'm having so far! I miss you all so much already and can't wait to see you again, I just wish I didn't have to come home to do it, ha ha. Talk to you soon!