The last day of my trip to England was largely about getting back to the US. (I will spare you a rant about the ordeal that is Immigration and Customs in Houston. Suffice to say I now know how cattle in stockyards feel.)
After we checked in at London Heathrow, we did have a few minutes before boarding. We bought some souvenirs and there was still time for one last leisurely cup of coffee. Before this trip, I assumed England was about tea, and it is, but they’ve got coffee mania too. Most eateries boast great coffee and Starbucks stores abound. However, I had also been seeing all these Costa Coffee shops all around and was curious about them. At the airport I had a chance to check it out.
My delicious coffee came served not in paper or foam but a big white ceramic cup. It looked to be the size of a birdbath although actually it holds 12 ounces. The cup comes on a saucer, slightly offset so there’s plenty of room on the saucer for a cookie. The recess for the cup has the Costa Coffee bean logo, and the same logo is dusted in chocolate atop the cappucinos and mochas. Too cool!
Considering this is a big commercial multinational “fast-food” chain (started in 1971, it’s the fastest growing coffee chain in the UK) I thought the whole presentation was charming and I considered taking home the cup and saucer as a souvenir. The Captain figured I did not need to add “personally experience the British correctional system” to my list of things seen and done, so he just bought me a set.
Once home, it took about a week-and-a-half to get my circadian rhythms back in sync. Of course I had heard of jet lag but had no idea how it would affect me. I did experience a little sleep disruption but more surprising was the disorientation. Several times I awoke in the middle of the night, totally confused as to where I was or where I was supposed to be. It was weird!
I do kinda miss being surrounded by all that antiquity, and I definitely miss cream tea! Guess I’ll have to go back.