Today we rose early, to pack our bags before leaving. We had our breakfast, then headed out the door about 8:00am. Riccardo was kind enough to help me down the four flights of stairs with the luggage.
Our last walk through Venice was a quiet one, early enough that most people hadn't risen yet. We opted for the slower and cheapre Vaporetto, which would take us to Venice airport the long route. That's OK. We get more time on the water, and one long last look at Venice as we finally depart across to the airport.
Checkin and security were a little busy, but the whole process was quite painless. Before we knew it, we were on a plane bound for London. The flight was quick and it was only a couple of hours then we were back in England. Dad had flown in a couple of hours before, via Los Angeles, so as soon as we cleared immigration I phoned him. He was already at St Pancras station, waiting to hear from us. It took us nearly an hour to get to him via train from Stansted Airport where we had landed.
Together at last! We all check into our hotel, the same place we always stay, McDonald Hotel. This is close to Kings Cross station, a great location.
Once checked in, we are disappointed to find that our train tickets, mailed from Edinburgh, have not turned up. If they don't turn up in tomorrow's mail, we are in big trouble.
The day is nearly over already. And Dad is tired from his long flight. We catch the underground to Covent Garden market, where we find some dinner. We opt for an early night on Dad's behalf, so head back to the hotel. As soon as he lies down on his bed, he's snoring! So an early night for all.
Tomorrow we have another full day in London before heading for Edinburgh. Will our train tickets arrive? Or will we have to fork out £100's for replacements? Watch this space!
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