One Last Trip

It's 9 days and counting until my plane leaves Heathrow, enroute to Athens, Greece. There is no getting around this. A very angry UK Border Control Guard in Paris made sure to write in my passport so there would be no mistake - 'Leave to Stay in UK ONLY until June 28, 2010.' At least he decided that he was too busy to put me in a Parisian jail for the night - because he was on the fence for a few moments and that would have been all sorts of interesting. (Oh the memories! - This was my birthday trip to Paris in early June. Seems I need to write about that soon.)

And because I have truly embraced my spontaneous self, I've decided that I need a last minute trip before I go. So I've got a train ticket booked for tomorrow to Manchester. No, it's not Istanbul or Rome, it's just a two hour train ride to another part of England. But I'm excited nonetheless. A friend lives there, it's home to my team (Manchester United), and supposedly lovely. Just a one-night stopover, but still an adventure. One look around my flat and one would think there's no time for side-trips and fun...too much packing and planning to be done! But, if I have learned anything in these last six months - it's that there is ALWAYS time. Always time for new experiences, new adventures, and fun moments.

P.S. Happy Father's Day - love to the amazing Dads in the world. I know quite a few.