EuroTrip Day 1: London, U.K.

WE ARE HERE. 🎬

Current Status: Determined to never fly coach internationally again. Ever. Wonderfully chilly, versus the uncomfortable sweaty mess back home. Discovering the reality of jet-lag. Excited. Hungry.

Mom, is down. I repeat, MAN.DOWN. 
She was ‘testing’ the comfort of the bed in the hotel- the unconscious state in which she remains was immediate. Taking bets on how many days she’ll last before I’m forced to send her back to the states, via a box on a cargo ship…

Family whom have been messaging whilst we were in the tin can in the air for the last, 43 days, or whatever: we have not been abducted, yet.

As jet-leg turns out to be a legit circumstance, we decided sleep was necessary at this point.
All comfy in our jammies, ready for bed. 
Of course I came prepared with a European adapter. 
Plugged that little guy into the outlet. All good. Plugged our mini desk fan in, as it is required for sleep. 
Flipped the fan ‘on’. 
The room lit on fire.

…..I am happy to report that we have just finished evacuating room 418.

I am devastated to report that our mini desk fan, is dead. Along with two hotel towels and 1/2 a pillow. And a single serving sized bag of peanuts. R.I.P 🙏🏼

The hotel did not advise in advance that although a normal European adapter is the standard here in London, THIS specific hotel has a ‘special’, standard, adapter. This ‘special’ adapter is IDENTICAL to my, standard, adapter. 
In conclusion; I will be seeking a full reimbursement for the mini desk fan, and the single serving size bag of peanuts, that were harmed in the small room fire.

Mom came out of her coma. For approximately 17 minutes. In that time, she insisted on leaving the hotel premises… to find a Twix bar. I proceeded with this plan, as she requires a chaperon at all times. Especially when under the influence of sleeping pills.
We found a store.
They had Twix bars.
I purchased the Twix bars, as mom is confused with the £ currency and there’s a good chance she’s actually sleep walking at this time.
We ate the purchased Twix bars whilst illegally crossing the street back to the hotel.