Overnight in London, and then home.

I woke up the morning of our departure with a painful neck and shoulder, from some unfortunate convergence of pillow dimensions, mattress tension, and anxious dreams; with a 5 am wake up call, more hours in security at the airport, the flight, and getting loose of Heathrow, by the time we reached our Sheration in London my only thought was to find a decent massage. This I finally achieved by way of an expensive foray over to the Hilton; Nancy got herself into town for a bit of sightseeing and some personal shopping. We both were suffering a bit of cultural shock, by now being unaccustomed to speaking to strangers in anything but Italian. This difficulty was compounded by the fact that many folks in the services occupations of London are now speaking a heavily-accented English (Pakistani/Indian) which was at times completely incomprehensible to us. By next morning things were looking better and we delivered ourselves into the relative familiarity of American Airlines Business Class.