This Side of the Pond

In between whines about airplanes, I mentioned last week that I had finally made it across the pond to see my family. It was a long time coming – 3.5 years, to be precise – and more than worth every hour I spent stranded in the storm.

As you can probably guess, it was “the virus” that kept me away. For a long time, the UK had much stricter rules about traveling than we did.

For a long while during the worst of it, I would have needed to spend thousands of extra dollars for the privilege of sitting in a government-mandated “pandemic hotel” for ten days before I was allowed to go anywhere near o...