Michael, arrived early on Saturday morning. Of course I wanted to meet him at the airport, so I got up at 4am and started the long trek to Heathrow. Normally, leaving the flat at 5am would have given me ample time to get to the airport by 6:20, which was when the flight landed, but I had a few misadventures along the way. About 3 blocks from the flat, the police had a big square of crossroads cordoned off for no apparent reason, so I had to walk a little bit out of my way. Not a big deal except I was trying to catch a specific train. I finally got to the station only to learn it is closed for the whole weekend due to planned improvements! At this point, it was closing in on 5:30, but I was still thinking I had time, since the flight landed at 6:20, and Michael would need to go through passport control after the plane taxied for 20 minutes or so. I decided to walk to the next station over, but of course, being me, I got lost and somehow ended up by my work?!?!? By the way my work is about 1.5 miles from the flat, so I am not really sure how I wandered over there. I finally made it to the airport and arrived at 6:35. What I didn’t know is that Michael’s plane had landed at 6:05 and he had been trying to call me for close to 1/2 hour, and was literally just about to leave. His last call to me made it through to me and I saw him at the doorway! We had a lovely reunion and headed back to the flat for a nice long nap before heading off to Barcelona!