Where did the day go

It sort of vanished. The 29th of Sept that is. Eaten up by flights and time zone changes. After all, when you board a plane in the evening, stay on it for 13 hours plus adding on the fact that traveling east adds on the hours – well, there you are? 13 hours on a plane + 10 hours in time zone changes and a day just vanishes. Totally and completely gone.

I managed to sleep, the food once again was excellent. The lounge in Istanbul is wonderful. Arriving in Rome on the other hand…. we arrived at 2345 and then taxied for about 15 minutes. Followed by a bus ride to the main terminal. Coming in from Turkey means EU Immigration. Since I hadn’t checked anything this time, I headed straight for passport control to find that the automated machines had been turned off for the night.

flying in

The line looked to be several hundred long with only two counters open. I decided to believe a small secondary sign, backing out of the queue and joining the EU line. The Immigration official just looked at me, spent a few seconds paging through my passport to find a partially empty page, then stamped me through.
I was more than ready for sleep when I arrived at the hotel.

 

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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