After Christmas, I was on a flight to New Jersey to go away with Paul while he was on his 17 day stretch of working. We left friday and went to Bristol England. Bristol does not have much to do so after naps we met up with the first officer to just walk around. Ryan used to work for the same company and Paul and I so it was alot of fun to get to spend some time with him and catch up. It had been a long time since we had all flown together. For dinner we met up with a couple of flight attendants.
Sunday morning was a rough morning. Paul had given me his cold and I was not doing so hot dealing with a fever. But I was not going to lay around the hotel all day. I finally got the strenght to finish getting dressed and we were off. Paul, Ryan, Richard, and myself were headed to Bath to see the Roman Spa's and to Stonehenge.

The train station

The Abbey Bath

The Roman Bath
In front on the Bath and the Bath with the Abbey in the Back
In Bath infront of the bridge with shops and apartments on
At Stonehenge..... Freeezzzing cold

Stonehenge
Don't I look so cute in Paul's pants. On the way to Bristol the ISM (the lead flight attendant) didnt like what I was wearing so that I could sit up front I had to change. My fault I took out my black pants and left them at the apartment..... so I got stuck wearing Paul's work pants. I didn't really feel like shopping (I know was I feeling ok) but I then got stuck wearing Paul's other pants back. I felt like Steve Erkle (is that how you spell the name). (Behind all of it the FA was mad she got dumped and was not happy that I was going on the trip. So she didnt like my outfit. Oh well it was so much fun and the whole crew was making light of my wearing Paul's pants.)
