The worst!

That would be waiting. Waiting is the worst. Right now I am waiting to be taken to the airport, where I will wait some more to get on my plane. I will wait during the plane ride to get to London, and then I will sit in Heathrow waiting for my next plane. I’ll wait again on that plane, and when I get into Madrid, I will wait for my bags, for our car, and to get to the hotel. I hate waiting. But at least after all these MONTHS of waiting . . . the journey has begun.

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