I'm off to London on Monday, assuming the volcano in Iceland behaves itself, which is not a sure thing. This is my first visit to the motherland. It's weird to contemplate going to a foreign country (other than Canada) and speaking English when I get there.
It's going to be strange walking on the left side of the road or the left side of the hall, shaking hands with the left hand, and doing all of that other left-handed stuff they do there. Also, I'm going be careful not to bring up the whole issue of the Revolutionary War in case some of them are still sore about the outcome.
Here's the really bad news: It's a short flight, so my company won't spring for first class, and I'm flying on Swiss Air. I'm not an elite passenger on Swiss. I get no special treatment. I don't get to skip the lines. I don't get the best food. I don't get to go to the lounge. That means I'm, well, just like most everyone else. It's an icky feeling. It's going to stay with me until I take another business class trip to Minnesota. Fortunately, I'm heading back in four weeks. Thank heaven!
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OH BROTHER! Come back to earth Ethan Wood.....you poor thing...having to fly with the commoners. How ever will you survive? We'll pray that you don't catch something like smallpox!
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