I woke up to the rocking of some light turbulence just off the coast of Ireland. As always I was able to grab only a few winks since leaving Chicago six hours ago, but was excited by the prospect of my trip ahead. 13 days, 5 countries, 25,683 miles and a chance to reconnect with a journey I've made only twice before.
Three hours after touching down at Heathrow's Terminal Three on a sunny June morning, a light lunch and a spin through Marks and Spencer to kill time, I am sitting in the lounge of the Hilton Canary Wharf, waiting for my room to be ready and relishing the thought of a short nap and a long shower in no particular order.
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