Sunday June 6, Heathrow Airport, London, 12:40pm

Well now - I've survived so far it seems - the flight was relatively uneventful,

save for some ridiculous turbulence in the middle of the night. By the way,

for anyone who hasn't been here, Heathrow is HUGE - it took ten minutes

driving to get from one terminal to another, no traffic, no stops, no nothing.

Ridiculous. Also ridiculous is the fact that the different gates all remain closed until

RIGHT when they start boarding, meaning nowhere to park it for several hours.

Note to self, get shorter layovers.

I love the fact that this airport seems to be more culturally diverse than

Atlanta, which boggles the mind a little bit. I swear, more than 60% of the

temporary population here is either Hindi or Arabic of some variety.

Oh, and to everyone that I boasted to about being a stalwart unflinching and

un-teary girl, I cried when leaving my parents at Atlanta - I've never been this

far away from them, and definately not for this long, so it's going to be interesting.

I love them dearly and count the days until I can see them again. So there,

I've cried.

Oh, and this was the first overnight flight EVER that I didn't get sick on. I'm

chuffed with myself, hehe - now just to maintain that record for the second flight

and the ferry ride to Ceuta...

Sunday June 6, Malaga, Spain 11:21pm

Well, I survived long enough to get to my host's home for the night. Excellent. Very nice people who cook really well... I'm pleased. Powersources for the laptop are lacking, and I have a strong sense of foreboding about this, but we'll see. In general I'm pleased. And miss everyone.

Tomorrow starts the 'don't get yourself killed SLASH cultural' training. Woot.