The sacrifices I will make to travel somewhere...

My train from was supposed to leave at 6:40am Friday morning. I walked to the train station with slight (then a bit more than slight) rain and tens of mph winds...only to arrive and find out that all trains were indefinitely delayed. I waited around about an hour and then my train to Paris was canceled, which meant I would have to miss my train from Paris to London. I went back home, figured out somewhat of a game plan, slept for two more hours, ate a quick lunch, then went back to the station just before 1pm. They put me on the next train to Paris, which was scheduled for 2:39pm. That train was also late (about 15 minutes). I arrived in Paris, had to wait in line FOREVER to get a ticket for the metro to go from Montparnasse station to Paris Nord station, and then it took probably another 45 minutes to get there. It was packed like sardines in a can and the metro train ahead of ours kept having difficulties, so ours kept stopping and starting several times between actual stops. When I arrived at Paris Nord, it as well after 6pm. The only train left from Paris Nord to London that had any places was the LAST one that departed at about 9:15pm, so I told them to put me on it!!!!! Then I had to go through customs since I'm a non-EU citizen, of course. I (thank goodness!!!) didn't have to pay any extra for my tickets, though, because obviously nothing was my fault!

Then I finally arrived at St Pancras, walked over to King's Cross/St Pancras, and bought a 7-day unlimited Oyster card (because that's apparently the best deal). Then I hopped on the Southbound Victoria line, switched over to Northbound Bakerloo at Oxford Circus, and stopped at Maida Vale, where Alissa met me right outside the exit. Then we walked a few blocks to the flat that her parents have rented out until the 20th. 

And I could probably say lots more, but I'm crashing in 3...2...1...