I want to start my story at the point when when we landed in Munich, but it really started before that with another lesson learned. Monday is not the day you start a vacation.
Oh, don’t worry,there is nothing ominous about my statement. It’s just a fact.
(1) The Friday before we left for Europe I tried to work. It was like pulling teeth. It was a full blown case of high school senioritious. I totally wasted a beautiful summer day filling a seat in the office. (But, don’t tell my boss that, I’m sure I did something constructive that day)
(2) The Saturday before was almost worse than the Friday before. If it weren’t for those blasted Guinea Pigs requiring daily care that wasn’t scheduled to start yet, I would have blown that pop stand. Being stuck at home for the first “vacation” day seemed rather pointless. This type of attitude explains why I suddenly decided we would eat out at every meal from then on. (English menus, yo!)
(3)Sunday! Finally, Sunday! Months previously, when the hubs found out that our first flight left at 7 am, he said, “I am NOT getting up at 3 am to drive to the airport.” That kind of an attitude booked us a hotel room near O’Hare airport for the night before our 7 am flight. At least, then the vacation could officially start and the lifetime experiences could begin! However, I have to admit that it felt more like driving into a traffic jam 10 minutes from your house. We had so far to go and already at a stand still. Fortunately, we have friends that live near the hotel so we were able to join up for dinner and a swim in the pool together to get us through the night.
(4) Monday!! Remeber how we said we weren’t going to get up at the crack of dawn? Standing in a hotel lobby at 5:45 am waiting for the shuttle bus to take us to the airport still felt unreasonably early.
Funny thing about airports, once inside it’s like you’ve entered into another dimension and you are completely closed off to what’s going on outside. For example, you might even miss an approaching massive 40,000 feet high thunderstorm that is going to encircle the airport. We caught a brief glimpse of the storm as we made our way to our gate for boarding. If I had not known it was July, I would have thought it was a winter storm because of how strong the winds were, the heaviness of the raindrops and the darkness of the clouds. A 40,000 feet tall thundercloud does not let much light in. After it quit raining and we had been on the Tarmac for some time, I checked the radar on my phone. It looked like Chicago was the eye of the storm and the clouds stretched across Michigan, down through Indianapolis and back up to Wisconsin. Basically, unless you were flying to the Yukon, you weren’t getting out of Chicago or in, for that matter. In all we waited on the tarmack in Chicago for four hours.
Our luck wasn’t bad just disappointing. Our flight plans had given us a significant layover in Phildelphia. The delay cut it in half making it impossible to get any Philly sight-seeing in but, at least, we weren’t going to miss our flight to Munich. Instead, we sat in limbo for another four hours.
Four days in limbo made me realize I don’t want to wait until Monday to start a vacation.