Adventures in the Upside Down of Heathrow
I love travel, but I hate the plane flight. I have a plus size butt in a tiny world. So, it is always a ten hour nightmare. One time I was shoulder to knee between Scott and some random stranger (sidebar: he was lovely. I find a lot of random strangers are lovely if you smile and ask questions). When we got to Prague and I took off my new blue jeans I was blue from the belly button down from sweating against both of them. Just ewwww. So, one long ass plane ride later, we get to Heathrow. We get out luggage and find Eurowings to get two of our bags checked. We have two carry-ons, one is filled with toiletries and Scott's meds. UK airports has a ridiculous rule of one sandwich Baggie of travel liquids per person. We had four gallon size bags. Security was a shit fest. By the time we got to the line and realized we had way too many bags it was 2pm, our flight leaves at 2:40pm. More than once I've had to run down endless hallways looking for gate 74z that is hidden is this bloody...