We spent almost six hours at the airport before we finally could take off. Our plane was stuck in Toronto, so we had to wait until it could get all the way to Calgary for us. Max was lucky to have his iPod and Gameboy with him, so that kept him entertained for a while. He also played video games in the arcade and read a book with me.
Corina spent at least two hours in this:
Our flight was pretty much fine, but when we got to the London airport, no one was there to pick us up! My ride couldn't even get off his street because it was so snowed in. We waited outside with about 20 other people for a cab to come, but because of the weather it took about 45 minutes. I was the only one with kids though, so I took the cab when it came. Sucks to be you, old people.
The cab got us within a few blocks of our destination, but that's as far as he could go. The roads were insane. We got out of the cab to walk the rest of the way, and when I was trying to get the suitcases out, I fell. I fell really hard! Look at this:
Anyway, we then had to walk many blocks through knee-deep snow while pulling 5 suitcases at 1:00 am, while I nearly cried because I hurt my hip and my knee and my wrist and my shoulder. We got here though, and we're having a great time visiting with everybody. We're so busy running here and there that we're going to need a vacation when we get home from this vacation.