At 6:20 pm, local time, I turn 30; and I finally managed to beat that date. The flight was uncomfortable, and getting around here is an adventure, but here we are.
My first bout of overseas travel had revealed what an ignorant american I am. I got to Heathrow expecting everyone to be completely different (2 heads, 4 arms). The human condition, as it stands, is a universally beautiful and miserable experience. For everyone, we have to find our share of both. For me, now that the myths of foreign travel are dispelled, I plan to enjoy my trip, see the land of my forefathers, and turn thirty with the same aplomb that I used at 1, 5, 10, and 20.