You know I’ve been to France recently. (Did I really only get back one week ago???) Here’s how the trip start, aboard a Lufthansa jet from Chicago to Frankfurt with a connecting flight to Basel. With all that’s been going on in Europe, I avoided Paris, which seems to be a sort of terrorism magnet.
After I checked in (nice that they had a line for online check-in customers), I found myself at the end of a very long security line…that wasn’t moving. Evidently there weren’t enough TSA people to open it, but when it finally opened, we flew, so to speak, through, without having to take off shoes or take anything out of our carry-on bags.
Finally found myself aboard and when we were all loaded, this face was staring back at me.
Although she was rather vocal, I was thankful to find that she slept during the night. 🙂 That’s “The Magnificent Seven” I was watching, but that was the only movie for me. I had my Kindle and generally prefer reading. I even managed to doze off a bit. As morning dawned, this sight met my eyes during a walk to the back of the plane. All imperfections are due to the plane window, but the view was wonderful. I also saw some lights in Iceland at one point.
We arrived in Frankfurt in good time, whizzed through passport control, and I found my b-i-l, who works for Lufthansa and was there to fly to Basel with me. That’s where things went a bit wonky. We were all on the bus ready to be transported to the plane, when we had to go back into the airport because of a mechanical problem. Five minutes later, the flight was cancelled. In the meantime, we’d found out that one of their dogs was deathly ill due to a tick bite and my s-i-l, who had to pick us up in Basel, was taking her to the vet.
Thank goodness for a b-i-l law who knows the Frankfurt airport like his own home. We left everyone else trying to get vouchers, speed walked about ten miles (exaggeration) to get our bags, hopped onto the train to the train station, shoved our bags into a large locker, and spent a bit of time walking around the city. It started raining, but we made it to the market and had some lunch of bratwurst in brotchen, German rolls. Then back to the train station and aboard the TGV for Belfort, much closer to home than Basel, and the fight to stay awake. I won, but not by much. What a relief to eventually arrive at their house in the quiet of the Voges forest! It had been a long day!
You can bet I was ready for vacation!