My husband and I left for London on Friday, September 2nd. Our plan was to fly all night…land in London…catch a ride to our hotel…sleep for a few hours…freshen up…and hit the town. It would have been a good plan, but as you might imagine, nothing ever goes according to plan. It is incredibly hard to force yourself to sleep at 7 pm. So, of course we stayed awake during our entire flight to London. We landed around 6:30 am. We might as well have been zombies. Had we been properly rested, we might have thought through the next decision a little more...