As it turns out, we spent a lot of time in the Majorca Airport.

I wanted to take the early bus out of the hotel for two reasons. The first was that we had to clear our rooms by 1100. The second was because, for some reason, I kept thinking our flight was at 1700. Hanging out for a flight that was actually scheduled closer to 1900 before the first delay proved to be less than fascinating.

The Majorca Airport has four sections named (no surprise here) A-D. Given that I had time on my hands and the Gossamer Capelet with its 600+ stitch rows, I went walking around a lot. A turns out to be where the UK and other non-Schengen countries flights depart. In plain English – there is a passport control beyond which you can’t get without the requisite boarding pass. OK, moving on to B, almost nothing there – local hops and other non-entertainment.  C, on the other hand, had tons of stores exclusively stocked and manned by el Corte Englise. Didn’t find anything I wanted but it killed almost 30 minutes. D, where we were, stands for dull. There were a few shops around a small center eating area. The “VIP” lounge was located on the lower level and featured plenty to drink and nothing to eat.

I was not impressed; olives and nuts take you only so far when you have too many hours to kill. Knitting is good, knitting keeps you sane.

We finally got back to Frankfurt, rescued the car from the airport parking. Turns out it was 1E cheaper to park than it would have been for two round trip train tickets. Since we didn’t need either the Strass or a cab back to the house I figured we were ahead. This doesn’t even count not having to wait an extra hour for a train said train which would have required a change in Mannheim. Oh, and even better, the amount is over the magic minimum so George will even get reimbursed.

Glad to be home!