We found our car, found the end we were supposed to board on, but the door was broke, so we went back to the other end of the car, though we could have just gone to the next car as the door for that was right there, and put our bags in the storage area for bags and found our seats on the opposite end of the car. I then realized our mistake, so I went back to get our bags and moved them to our end of the train. In doing this, I gave the tickets to Tracy. Once we got on our way to Kemble, which is where we would meet Julie to go to Cirencester, the conductor came around to check and stamp our tickets. I saw him coming up the center of the train and went into the pocket I usually keep the tickets and found that they weren’t there. I checked my jacket pocket, and they weren’t there. I then checked all my pockets and they were nowhere to be found. I’m starting to panic a little, because I don’t generally lose anything. The conductor gets to us, and I still can’t find our tickets. He tells us not to worry and he will be back to see if we found them. I check and recheck all the pockets of my jeans, my jacket and my sweat jacket, come to find, Tracy had them. :whistle: It was actually quite funny. I brought the tickets to the conductor and he stamped them, then I headed off to the cafe car and got something for Tracy and I to snack on.
On March 27, 2015 Tracy and I got up at 5:00 a.m. and finished our last minute packing for our trip to England. At about 6:30 a.m. we grabbed our bags and headed out. We stopped at Au Bon Pain at the end of our road to have breakfast, then we hopped into a taxi and we were on our way. We arrived at the airport at around 8:00 a.m. Tracy had already checked us in, so we just had to stop at the desk to check our bags. We ran in to a friend of ours, Lauren, and we chatted with her a bit and then headed to immigration and security.