We are somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, under We pull over fleecy clouds, the evening meal (we pulled the chicken from the salmon ...) was good, drinkable wine, the whining of a child somewhere in front of us we are to set up the headphones a soothing end. Mild fatigue sets in, it's also home for 22 clock, the wine with his own help and last but not least, we have a strict week behind us.
On the one hand were the many invitations. We ate and ate told and told, put two to three kilos and said goodbye to and from family, relatives and friends. It's nice to have so many people that are important and which one wants to say goodbye personally and can! And still underestimated, we should all "invitation Marathon not. We have not really thought it would be so strict, always so fine to eat, while so often tell the same thing should / must.
And somewhere in between we had to take whatever happened in travel arrangements. Apartment clean rooms, to pack. I studied a long time with the first two things. Yesterday it happened: I was interpretive, and finally had weighed on the (I think) "necessities of life" together. It is Sunday evening and I very much want to pack everything, the store (ie house) to shut down and go to Adi. I'll get the two duffle bags, I've borrowed from my parents, and prune out: were always so small? I plan Adis big red duffel bag eyes, see inside with what I have before me and I misgives. Nevertheless, I start packing. But soon I realize that this is so pointless. After three times repackaging patient did not help, I try it with brute force. Unsuccessful! Because I know that a third cargo bag useless expensive is (almost 200 francs!), I have no choice than to be grateful that we fly only on Monday afternoon and I therefore time left to raise a large duffel bag or suitcase (or buy ). I find myself from it and enjoy the last evening at home. We go to Frederick to be spoiled with home-baked cheesecake and drink a night cap. And, how does the chance, Fred still has a large suitcase on the way! The repackaging is done quickly, and the straps but that is for the long side, I bring only the face (and hand baggage is definitely another 4 - 5 kg too heavy ...). Not so bad, it's all stored somewhere, and at half past ten this morning we are accompanied by our parents to the airport. We eat for some time together the last time, tell us the latest news in an attempt to slow the rise of nervousness now but a trick to beat. The departure is near. Thank you for having come along and support us completely! When we see
Boarding with mild discomfort the mini hand luggage of other tourists. We cheat like mad, running around at least 25 ° Celsius with down jacket and fleece, grab all the pants and jacket pockets full and it can not help feeling that we see through the watchful eyes of the ground staff. A little more coolness would not hurt, but we have now five months time to practice ... and how could it be otherwise: Everything was shaking for nothing, they took us and the few kilos too much (I speak from hand luggage brought ;-) the aircraft is not crash.
We will soon reach Newfoundland, the small screen on the back of the front seat still reports almost 2,000 km to Montreal. Finally we go. Let's go!
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