My trip to Germany – Part 2

After three weeks in Germany I was getting ready to leave when an airliner was shot down over Ukraine. I comforted myself with the thought that my flight route took me mostly over the peaceful waters of the North Atlantic. The incident brought back bad memories of a summer when I also visited my family and plane crashes occurred almost every day.
I printed out my boarding pass and my family and I headed to Frankfurt airport with enough time to spare to eat breakfast there – or so we thought. At the airport, I looked at the departure schedule and blanched: My flight to New York had been canceled! I waited in line at the airline counter and learned that they were bringing in a plane from the U.S. to depart the next morning at 8 a.m. That would have been a problem, since we would have had to go back home and then get up in the middle of the night to come right back. The alternative would have been to spend a night in a hotel all by myself, not an appealing prospect. The agent kept searching. After I rejected a grand tour of Frankfurt – Amsterdam – Atlanta – Pittsburgh, the agent finally found me a seat on a Lufthansa flight to Philadelphia. Naturally, I accepted! By the time I stood in line at the Lufthansa counter to drop off my suitcase it was noon, and I had not eaten a bite yet. Bidding good-bye to my family was hasty and bittersweet, all the more because it may be years before I see them again.
My lay-over in Philadelphia was only 1 1/2 hours, but I decided to worry about it later. I could not even call my husband and tell him that I would be arriving earlier than planned, and from a different airport, because I thought he was still asleep. Later I learned that he had received a 3 a.m. phone call from the airline announcing my flight cancellation. He had called my family’s house, but we had just departed. Some day I might actually buy a smartphone so that this won’t happen again.
My flight was very pleasant (I had a nice conversation with my seat neighbor and the meal was served with real silverware) and immigration lines were moving quickly. Still, I missed my connection, but the agent was able to book me on the next flight. When I finally reunited with my husband I had had problems with three out of four flights. It is going to be a while before I will fly to Germany again, but next time I won’t be choosy about the airport I will connect from. When it comes to traveling, all bets are off.


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