Day 1 | Denver to London:

My camera gear and laptop is wayyyyy too heavy.

People are overall pretty friendly. East Coasters don’t smile as much to strangers as the west coasters do. West coast is the best coast. Yes, I’m 100% biased.

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I started this journey at 11:10pm with a red eye flight from Denver to Newark. I don’t typically sleep on planes, but it was a whirlwind of a week prior to this trip so I crashed almost instantly the second I sat down. Always the window seat. I’m a visual person, so my preference will always be the window. I woke up for no good reason thinking I slept for hours and we were approaching landing. Nope, it was 12:12pm, I was only asleep for 45 minutes. Naturally I glanced outside and I felt a smile grow on my face. There was a clearly defined Orion shining and winking at me with a subtle hint of the Milky Way waving just behind it. I looked to the left and in the distance I saw an orange glowing dot, maybe the size of a nickel. As we approached, the dot grew and I realized it was the moon. It was was so beautifully large, with a red and orange tint to it. That’s all it took, I was lost in this universe.

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I landed at EWR early. Too early for any of the lounges to be open and about 4 hours before my flight to London took off. I was a bit of a zombie but it was only 30 minutes until the United Club opened its doors. Such a treat this credit card has been to me. Haha. From there I was able to catch a simple but stunning sun rise behind the NYC skyline. All while eating Lucky Charms for the first time in years.

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The flight to London is a six and a half hour flight. An hour and a half into the flight, they served breakfast, which I paired a cup of white wine and a mimosa. United’s food is crap compared to China airlines.

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Twenty minutes later they came back around and gave me a cup of white wine and a cup of red wine. Safe to say, an hour and a half into the flight, I was drunk. Originally I asked for a mimosa so that it could help me sleep. She said they didn’t have champagne so she gave me white wine. Then she came back with a mimosa.

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The second time around I asked for another mimosa but they ran out of champagne, so I asked for red wine. He brought back white. The kind gentleman sitting next to me was so irritated that he got it wrong that he went up to the guy and said, “She asked for red.” And that is how I ended up with both red and white wine at the same time. I think the treats I gave the crew made them think I was playing nice so they could get me drunk. Not the case. 20 year Kathleen would be thrilled. 36 year old Kathleen... zzZzzzZZzs.

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Seriously, I zzzZzzZzZed the shit out of that flight after all that wine. I guess the treats for the crew served it’s purpose. I splurged in this hella nerdy travel blanket that has a circle cut out to put your head through, think super soft fleece poncho. Best splurge of my life. Definitely no buyer’s remorse here. Somebody kept releasing nasty farts on the plane. They were so volatile that they woke me from my slumber a few times. Random fact about Kata, my senses are ridiculous, I mean, they are almost super human powered senses. My smell, touch, taste, feel, hearing are all hypersensitive. I always say, “I’m a sensitive soul and being, because along with the physical senses, my emotional senses are far out there.” Shrugs. I own it, and I love it. Except for when strangers are dropping silent stink bombs in enclosed plane spaces 36,000 ft in the air. THAT, I don’t like.

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It was an adventure trying to figure out what level I needed to be on to meet my uber driver. Initial thoughts, London is just better than the US in every sense. Cleaner bathrooms, friendlier people, cooler accents. Have I mentioned how much I love accents?! Gah! My driver was beyond kind. Owns a hotel in Sri Lanka that I apparently am going to visit at some point. My air bnb is amazing. I could not have picked a better place with an even more awesome host.

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I invited the host (Peter) to share a cocktail with me. I arrived around 11:11pm, we didn’t end up going to the bar until about 12:30. Randomly, we made friends with a group of eleven fashion designers and models and ended up bar hopping with them until 3:30am. Now it’s almost 6am and the sun rose, bringing light back onto the world  guess I’ll sleep for a couple hours and start Day 2.

Not too shabby of a Day 1.

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