My last minutes in London were full of running: I keep forgetting that there’s a long way between the security check and gates which usually ends in me panicking and running towards the gate. It seems that this is my personal Stansted Tradition®.
See you, London! I’ll miss you!
Or: I’m traveling again (though this time it’s a really short trip to London: Sunday to Thursday).
I was told that weather in London is quite depressing: cold and rainy (what’s new? ;)) but I’m really tired of this winter-y winter we have in Poland*, so I’m looking forward to this change.
My flight is in an hour and I’ve been waiting on this (small and crowded) airport for some time, which means I’m really bored and have nothing to do. I should be learning as I have lots of homework due Friday but this airport isn’t a good place for such things (not enough space for passengers and only two tiny coffee places). Plus, I’m yet to discover a good method for learning hiragana and katakana without writing individual chars. I feel like my mind is too old for that 😉
Oh, it’s snowing (AGAIN) outside.
There is this one thing I love about airports (apart from the name: air port – how cool is that?!): number of different languages you can hear in an hour, just sitting there and waiting for your flight. I especially like hearing languages I don’t recognize (= not European). If I were an extrovert, I would make a list of all languages and then try to ‘collect’ the ones I heard by asking ppl speaking in something I don’t recognize about their language/dialect. But I’m not, so I’ll stick to guessing (and occasionally trying to take a peek at someone’s passport).
*This MIGHT have something to do with the fact that my fav winter shoes got destroyed by a train few weeks ago and all my other shoes are really uncomfortable.