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I never travel without my diary. One should always
have something sensational to read in the train.
--Oscar Wilde

So I recently spent three weeks gypsying over Europe and the U.K., flying around with my company's 50-year-old plane, as some of you may remember.

It was my first trip out of North America, and while I was much bummed that my adored one (Loki to the cognoscenti) couldn't come with me, I still had quite a bit of fun, ooh-ing and aah-ing over vistas and buildings and general not-American stuff.

You're hereby invited to relive every airport and hotel room with me, complete with photos and possibly interesting stories[1].

You can hardly contain yourself, I know.

Well, let's get started!

[1] No 'strange toilet' stories, I promise. Although, believe me, there were some odd ones .....