And the Hunter Home From the Hill

The family conversation of the past twenty-four hours has been a vigorous debate (or as vigorous as a debate can be when the parties are sleep deprived) as to whether JFK or CDG is the worst airport for traveller's changing planes. So far it is a toss-up.

The French did it again! Three years ago when we were en route to Paris, there was a transportation strike which, luckily, did not affect us.

Not so lucky yesterday. Our plane sat on the ground in Bremen (due to the air controller's slow down) and we missed our flight back to the U.S. from Paris. Of course, we might have made it if we had not been navigating the airport from hell. I won't go into details, but suffice it to say we and our luggage arrived together at 10:30 p.m. in Boston, six hours later than expected after changing planes at JFK. Let's just say that we got our work out in yesterday, hauling ass through the various terminals, and our muscles are toned from all the walking. Let's also say that we debated buying a bottle of Campari at the duty free shop and decided not to. An excellent decision as it would have been confiscated at security in NY.

Let me tell you what's no fun. Going thru security four times in one day. And being wanded and patted down thrice. And having hand baggage checked twice. And being sleep deprived, forgetting about the mini-bottle of wine from Air France and the water bottle and taking them through security. I was tempted to stand there and drink the wine on the spot, offering toasts to the guy who misdirected us, the churlish woman who took the luggage, and the two-mile walk to the gate. Oh well, Whiskey-Tango-Foxtrot?

We are back. Everything unpacked. 2/3 of laundry done. Grocery list made. We decided to stop for cheeseburgers before going to the store, because an American needs a cheeseburger every now and then, and when we finished, we asked ourselves why go to the store because we could eat cereal tonight after eating such a pig-out lunch.

I did not like what I saw when I got on the scale. There is fasting and deprivation ahead. Well, it's Lent after all.

I have photos and stories and discoveries to share, but right now, the idea of a nap is toooo seductive.

At least the snow is gone. That's something. The cats are glad to see us. Thisbe made friends with the nice lady who came to give her injections twice a day. Annie is always a love. She didn't even offer three mad meows. What gives?

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