What if I had actually gone to London?!

(This post is basically just me complaining. Sorry/you're welcome?)

So last weekend, I was supposed to go to London. I got to the airport way earlier than I needed to, just to make sure I had enough time to check in, get my boarding pass and find my gate (the Florence airport has 10 gates all right next to each other, so that part is never hard). 

I got my passport stamped to exit the EU and arrived at the gate just before boarding began. Instead of calling us up by boarding group or seat row, they read everyone's name in order of boarding number. After literally two hours of this, they closed the gate and said, "That's it!" 30 of us were still standing by the gate, over an hour after our flight was supposed to depart.

"Sorry," the gate agent said. "It's too windy today and the plane would've been too heavy to take off if we had let all of the passengers board."

What?

They offered to put us on a bus to Pisa, fly us to Barcelona (where we would spend the night), then get us to London by the following evening. I was so annoyed at this point that I just took the refund and left, even though I was SO EXCITED to visit Courtney and hang out in London and eat brunch and see "42nd Street" on the West End.

Instead of going to London, I did get to take a great nap on Friday afternoon, followed by sleeping until 1 p.m. on Saturday, so the weekend wasn't a total loss.

Here are some pictures of me in London last summer to show you what it could've been like if I had gone last weekend: