The flight from Manila to Heathrow was uneventful. Boring, but I’d take that over some of the dramas we’d had up to that point. We honestly didn’t expect to find our luggage waiting for us at Heathrow. It seemed only fitting that something would go wrong there too, right? Nevertheless, we found our luggage without issue, much to our relief, and hustled our way to customs. We pretty much speed-walked there, and were grateful we had, as we only had to stand in the queue for a relatively short time. There were a LOT of people queued up behind us by the time we got there.
It was a weird feeling, knowing that we were finally in England. Two years of planning, and all the last-minute delays… It didn’t really feel real.
We had a drink while we waited for the taxi to arrive, then headed to my sister’s house. Jayden was struggling to keep his eyes open, but we tried to keep him awake until we got there. We’d landed at about 8pm, and figured if we could just go to sleep once we got to her house, we’d be on roughly the right time schedule.
We had hugs when we got there (her kids were in bed already), found our bedrooms, and basically went to sleep. Tomorrow, the real fun begins. I mean, we’re not going to rush off sightseeing immediately, but with all the stress and drama, it hasn’t yet felt like a holiday (or vacation as Americans call it). Tomorrow we could relax, and I think we were all looking forward to that.