We met for a good buffet breakfast, checked out, and jumped on the Hoppa bus to terminal 3 for our trip back to Boston. The terminal was crazy - filled with long and confusing queues of people. Mark printed our boarding passes the night before, so we were able to go directly to the bag drop, where the line wasn't too bad. We went through security, found a VAT custom counter with no line, and waited for Becky and Steve to catch up. It seems the backup was caused by a fire alarm - everyone had to evacuate the British Airways terminal - and then the computers were down, and something else happened. Mark and I were checked in by someone with a handheld scanner and printer attached to her belt that printed out the luggage labels. Very impressive use of technology.
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| Exterior queue at Heathrow |
Becky and Steve had to queue up outside, to get to the interior queue; Taylor was misspelled on Becky's ticket, so they had to go to the counter to get it sorted out and get boarding passes. Luckily, as the flight got close to boarding time, they were able to go to the head of the line, check bags, and then got through security, and had the VAT form stamped, all just in time for us to walk take the 20-minute walk to the gate. We made it as they began boarding!
Our flight was uneventful, but seemed interminable. We ate because it was something to do; very odd combination of carbs. On arrival at Logan, we got our luggage within a half-hour, which wasn't bad for Logan. Silver line bus came right away, and off we went to pile into Mark's car at Kendall Square parking lot. We gave Becky and Steve a ride home, too.
End of a superb vacation! Now the question is: where will we go next time - Italy? Spain?
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