8 flights, 35 hours later

Don't you love getting stamps in your passport? I love it. I go through my passport all the time. It's a memory book for me. I can go through each of my stamps and reflect on each journey.

34 hours in the air with a total of 8 flights later, it felt good to touch ground in Scotland. That's 8 times taking off my belt and shoes and getting patted down by some sweaty overweight security guard.

The last few hours didn't work out quite as well. I flew into London and was late for a flight, so had to stay overnight in Heathrow. There is nowhere, I'm telling you nowhere in that airport that is comfortable for sleep. Meanwhile, my luggage didn't show up, and I was wearing clothes for 82 degrees and clear skies, not 40s and rainy.

I can't remember the last time I've been able to do this, but I sat in the airport at 3:30 in the morning recalling everyday in great detail over the last 2 weeks. I usually can't remember what I did the day before.

It's been an incredible adventure and when my luggage finally arrives with my computer, I'll put together a few more posts on the experience. There is still so much to say.