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Heidelberg – 10 Dec 2007. Is it Monday?

After an incredibly long flight (12 hours) from San Paulo to Frankfurt I arrived to find that my luggage had not made the flight.

Why am I not surprised? Never mind that I made the gate with a -5 minutes to spare after blasting through immigration followed by something that passed for a security check point. Sitting on the plane then for an additional 35 minutes, I watched them load luggage out my window. It just didn’t happen to be my luggage.

From the air – leaving sunshine and returning to regulated Germany

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TAM promised to deliver it tomorrow when it comes in. They have only one flight a day into Frankfurt from that location.

I thought that the train strikes were finished, but everything seemed quite snarled up, with delays and missed connections. Getting into Heidelberg a whole lot later than planned, I took out my cell phone to call the DH for a pick up. Then realized he was still in Boston, leaving me on my own.

I will admit it – I splurged on a cab. It is not the Strass ride that is the issue, even with having to change once along the route. It is that last 200 meters, tired, dragging and hauling a rolling suitcase. It just happens to be straight up the side of a mountain.

Socks

Guys socks – for the boy. I wish he had smaller feet
Guy Socks

I am going to bed.

-Holly

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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