So. It's been a week since I left Canada.
The Journey home was fairly epic. I got up at 8:30 and caught the bus to Whyte Avenue so I could get my Airport Shuttle which was even earlier than they said it would be. Good thing I'm always early. Sunshine waited with me and hugged me goodbye. She gave me a card with Pandas on, and it made me well up in the Shuttle. To be honest I was holding it together all morning. I had such fun with her. It really was an honour to meet such a wonderful lady. And there was no awkwardness all week. True friends. I will defo be visiting her again sometime.
Where was I? Ah yes, Edmonton Airport. Damn those Canadians are so nice at Delta. I had to fill out another form as I was going via America, and they were so helpful. Thankfully, by some miracle my luggage came in under limitation! Plus they let me through the American customs- ever country does it differently it would seem.
It was a pretty lovely Airport, it has to be said, although with the annoucements they did about their new route to Forth Worth, I kinda felt like I was in Josie & The Pussycats. I did have a weird urge for Mcdonalds. Ha ha.
Onto the plane and I had 2 seats to myself :) So I made the most of it and watched 2 episode of Veronica Mars. We landed in Minneapolis which was an hour ahead of Edmonton. My flight wasn't until 9;55pm so I indulged in some taco bell.
The Quesedias were pretty rad, with my mountain dew fresh (it was green, what can I say, I'm a sucker for silly colours). I messed around on the iPads, which were free to use everywhere and wasted some time looking around the shops. It was a lot bigger than the other American airports I'd been to.
Eventually the time came to board the plane. Alas, again the long haul flight was full so I had to share with a little old lady. Don't be fooled, she still crammed the armrest down on my thigh given any opportunity. It was of course a night-flight, so they bought us some dinner and I watched The Book Thief. I'd wanted to see it for ages, so was glad to get to watch it as I welled up on the plane. I managed to get a bit of sleep in the smallest space. The guy with the extra legroom in front of me still reclined his seat. Dick.
Daylight was arriving outside, which made it around 5am-6am-ish. We had a very mediocre breakfast and I watched some Brooklyn 911 before we landed. It was midday UK time and 6am body clock time. That's another 3 time zones in 24 hours. Ugh.
After a long wait to get off the plane- the tunnel thing wouldn't connect and we had to wait for actual stairs, which then involved lots of Americans complaining about the amount of stairs. (I truly was back in Britain) I was back in good ole Blighty, rain and all! Customs was a piece of piss, and my luggage was there too! woo hoo. So I headed to the underground to make my way home. More Veronica Mars on the Train :)
Ferry to the Isle and my Mom met me at the top of the pier on the train, bless her. I looked exhausted! Truth be told, a week later, I still am. Jet lag is a bitch. But damn she was worth it!
Everyone has been so lovely since I've got back asking how my holiday was and telling me that they've all been reading my blog! What can I say? I'm massively touched that so many of you have read my ramblings. I hadn't realised how many good pals I had out there, so Thank you, Thank you, Thank you all so much. You guys and gals rock!
I think I might do a best bits of Canada blog with some more pictures, what do you think?
Until then, Thank you for reading!