We arrived at Frankfurt Airport at 9:30 the next morning.
As we entered terminal 2, the energies felt 'off' to us. Something was wrong. Was there going to be another airport evacuation? No!
We walked over to the baggage check-in area, where an American woman with gray hair and wild eyes was creating a turmoil while she sat in her wheelchair. She was upset about the announced 3 hour delay of our flight due to its late arrival from Newark Airport. Weather conditions and high winds from the remnants of Hurricane Katrina had resulted in the delay. Three extra hours to wait..... That made a total of FIVE hours till flight time! So, we shopped at the duty free stores buying perfume and little gifts for friends and family back home.
As first class passengers we were invited to spend time in the executive lounge where they served a buffet. In the middle of the room, there was a TV tuned to CNN, showing updates about the Gulf Coast and Katrina's impact. The broadcast switched to the other Gulf Coast - Chaos in Iraq and Israel - the Persian Gulf, the word 'Persian', reminding me of Z, the Persian Prophet, Zarathustra.
We finally boarded at 2:30 pm, Pat and I getting comfortable for the journey home. Taxing down the runway, I took this photo from inside the plane as it passed a mirrored wall. We had an enjoyable flight home including great food, good TV shows, movies or news programs to watch.
I love flying above the clouds and taking pics
We circled Newark Liberty International Airport for almost an hour before landing. Waiting in long lines, we cleared customs and claimed our baggage.
As Pat and I drove home to Brooklyn, over the Verrazano Bridge, the energies, feelings, and memories of Germany lingered. We were home feeling complete with our journey. Neither of us would return to Germany though through the years Pat returned to France in the summers for one month.
