My last couple days in Vienna were spent visiting with family. I always thought my fathers’ assertion that all the pretty girls in his photo album highly suspicious but having just spent a week visiting many different cousins I’m no longer so sure. Maybe they were all cousins!!!
We left early Thursday morning for the train station. My bags were heavy but I had help loading them onto the train. The previous evening while I was out for supper with yet another cousin I got word that there had been some sort of rail mishap on the line heading to Munich. I wasn’t really worried. Either I would go or I wouldn’t. In the end everything was just as it should be. I arrived at the Munich airport early and checked in. I was very relieved to be free of my bags. I had heard rumours earlier of a labour dispute with Iceland’s Air Traffic Controllers. We were delayed in Munich two hours and were told we would probably miss our connecting flight–necessitating an over night in Iceland. Hurrah!!! I had met several ladies in the lounge waiting for our plane and we were making plans to go to the Blue Lagoon. I managed to email my daughter who was just getting ready to drive to Edmonton to meet me and tell her the good news.
But alas, it was not to be–imagine our disappointment when, just on final approach to Keflavik, we were told they were holding our connecting flights for us. Grrr. Foiled again.
So I tried to connect to the airport wifi while running to catch the next plane to let my daughter know that yes, I would be back in Edmonton, but a couple hours late. Another uneventful flight and then suddenly, back in Canada. I made it through customs–again with no penalty for being over my limit on booze–he said he would let me go this once, which is what he said the last two times…he was more concerned with my visiting farms and whether or not I had properly cleaned my shoes. The 1,7 litre limit is so arbitrary–who really cares how much booze you schlep into the country–as long as it is not cases and cases–a few bottles, really!!! Canadians are so reactionary. Make it a 20 litre limit. Who is going to physically carry twenty litres?? And I never bring in smokes. So really, Canada Customs, relax already!!!
It’s always a little tense waiting for my bags–because I do pack my booze into my checked baggage, waiting to see if I packed well enough to prevent breakage and therefore spillage, is always tense. One bag showed–the one with the three litre GLASS bottles, and then I waited…and waited…and waited…till I was the last one left. My other bag was a no show. Not surprising really given the mass confusion in Munich and the quick turn around in Keflavik. So I filed a missing bag report with the happiest baggage guy I’ve ever met, blew thru the final customs agent who wanted to know what was in my missing bag and when I didn’t really know, cause packing is something I do on auto pilot and as sleep deprived as I was I really didn’t know what was where, got a little huffy. But he let me go. And there was my darling daughter.
I got turned around on the way home, acting as navigator, and we drove too far down the number 2 highway. I blame extreme exhaustion. Anyway by the time we got turned around and knew where we were, I told my daughter we should just get a hotel room and sleep–it was dark already, late, rainy and both of us were struggling to keep our eyes open. We stopped at the Best Western in Wetaskawin–got a fabulous room, ordered a pizza, and slept like the dead till 5am. A quick stop at Timmies for coffee then back on the road. We were home in no time.
I could see at once that my children loved me–my son had tuned up the mower and cut all the grass, although it needed it again, and my daughter had weeded the garden, a rather massive undertaking for which I am extremely grateful. The house was shiny clean and soooo big–it always amazes me how big my house looks after I’ve been away for any length of time. It took me several minutes to see the new stretch of fence–my daughter had to lead me over to it before it clicked–my children had re-built the section of fence that had been on my to-do list for years. Great job too!!!
All the animals were fine and big dog was happy to see me–as was my little dog. We did chores together and I made a tour of the garden and a lap around the house. Everything looks so good. It’s nice to travel but good to be home again!!