At the Airport . . .
We're sitting at Gatwick, having enjoyed what I fear may be our last healthy meal for a couple of weeks! We ate a fruit salad, a chicken, bacon and salad sandwich, and fresh fruit yogurt between us. I may be wrong, but my image of Orlando doesn't include healthy salads being available. Tamasin is particularly worried that we may be forced to eat hot dogs all week. Henry and I just want to make sure we find a good steakhouse.
I was surprised at how I had a moment of sadness saying goodbye to the other half of my family. I have traveled so often, but this is the longest I will have been apart from Andree since I met her in the spring of 1993! She is amazing, and got up early so I could drive to Gatwick, and then as we got out of the car, she took over for the trip around the M25 to church. She is a great wife, and I felt guilty leaving her as we headed for our holiday of a lifetime. We realized that by the time she gets home today, she will have done a complete circuit of London's orbital motorway, sometimes called the world's largest car park. There were no traffic issues today, and we were glad to hear she made it to Enfield in time to grab a McDonald's before church. I'm just glad we've left them all healthy!
Henry wrote in his first diary entry: "Well, here we are at the airport ready for our nine-hour flight to Disney in around two hours. I think things I'm looking forward to most are seeing the shuttle take off, the spaceship simulator and swimming with dolphins."
Tamasin meanwhile was refreshingly honest: "So here we are at the airport waiting for the plane. Me and Hen have to do a holiday diary—how boring. I'm sitting here in Gatwick airport writing in it 'yawn yawn'. It's 9-51 and the plane goes at 11-40, can't wait. The things I'm most looking forward to are swimming with dolphins and all the water parks. We're gonna get soaked."










