Home (almost)
We are on US soil again, but not home. We are sitting in Boston's Logan airport for one more layover (unexpected). Our departure out of Amsterdam was delayed for reasons mostly unknown. We sat at the gate after boarding for two hours - most of which was un-air conditioned.
The natives were about to riot as the interior temperature of the cabin was beginning to resemble the inside of an oven when they finally got the ground air conditioning working. Unfortunately, there were then more delays. It wasn't the best of flights.
The delay meant that we missed not only our scheduled flight, but the one after that as well. So, now we sit, waiting for a 6 PM departure time instead of an 11:30 AM flight.
Still, we are here and enjoyed (a relative term) some airport food partially on the ticket of the airline, but the vouchers they handed out only covered 2/3rds of the bill. I pressed for a pass to the "special" club that the airline operates but apparently the injury we suffered did not qualify for that kind of dispensation.
The kids have burned up a fair portion our cell phone batteries after three weeks of inactivity. And naturally they both planned on going out tonight when (and if) we finally get home. I had to be an ogre and squash that plan causing howls of outrage about how illogical and arbitrary this judgment was. Never mind that we are all basket cases who have not slept in an enormous time. It was nice not having to do this for three weeks.
I for one will relish doing little other than perhaps grabbing a shower and hitting the sheets.
So, here I sit, watching out the window for the plane to pull up to the gate. We are lucky that someone will be picking us up so that I will not be required to drive. Unlike that time in Italy where we hit Rome after a long period of travel and sleeplessness only to pick up a rental car (after a long search for the rental agency at the train station) and make a two hour drive up the autostrada in search of the villa rented by my brother. I am still amazed that we survived that one.
Anyway, thanks for sticking with me on this journey. We had a great time and made those memories I was hoping for.
I'll check back in when I am a little more coherent.
The natives were about to riot as the interior temperature of the cabin was beginning to resemble the inside of an oven when they finally got the ground air conditioning working. Unfortunately, there were then more delays. It wasn't the best of flights.
The delay meant that we missed not only our scheduled flight, but the one after that as well. So, now we sit, waiting for a 6 PM departure time instead of an 11:30 AM flight.
Still, we are here and enjoyed (a relative term) some airport food partially on the ticket of the airline, but the vouchers they handed out only covered 2/3rds of the bill. I pressed for a pass to the "special" club that the airline operates but apparently the injury we suffered did not qualify for that kind of dispensation.
The kids have burned up a fair portion our cell phone batteries after three weeks of inactivity. And naturally they both planned on going out tonight when (and if) we finally get home. I had to be an ogre and squash that plan causing howls of outrage about how illogical and arbitrary this judgment was. Never mind that we are all basket cases who have not slept in an enormous time. It was nice not having to do this for three weeks.
I for one will relish doing little other than perhaps grabbing a shower and hitting the sheets.
So, here I sit, watching out the window for the plane to pull up to the gate. We are lucky that someone will be picking us up so that I will not be required to drive. Unlike that time in Italy where we hit Rome after a long period of travel and sleeplessness only to pick up a rental car (after a long search for the rental agency at the train station) and make a two hour drive up the autostrada in search of the villa rented by my brother. I am still amazed that we survived that one.
Anyway, thanks for sticking with me on this journey. We had a great time and made those memories I was hoping for.
I'll check back in when I am a little more coherent.
Copyright ©2003-2007 Phaedrous
posted by Phaedrous at 3:43 PM
3 Comments:
gees, phaed, how could you be soooo unreasonable a parent? LOL
almost home....sleep sweet and dream of all the wonderful advnetures. so glad the memories are the ones you were aiming for.
Welcome home, P. Thanks for sharing your trip with us.
After long trips, home is always the thing I want the most. Glad you had a good time, but glad you made it back. Get lots of rest!
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