Back in the U.S.A.

I dreaded the flight to the U.K., and it exceeded those expectations. Awful flight--thought I'd have to turn around and go home--but one shower and an Italian dinner later, I felt fit enough to continue on. I'm glad I did. I had a wonderful time. Though as you can see from this photo, taken the next morning, I'm not all that sure how this trip is going to work out.
Later on, I look more content. I'm about to eat dinner at one of the oldest pubs in London.

 More about the highlights of my trip later.