I ran out of
battery on my cell and the only place I could find in the airport was a plug
beside the ladies’ room. So there I stood trying to be inconspicuous charging
up the phone! A nice information guy in the Nova Scotia tartan vest told me
there were plugs in some of the waiting seats but when I tried one, it didn’t
work. Ah well.
I tried some
German on the plane with my neighbour who spoke no English but the words have not
been used in a long time. We did smile a lot and shared the very small seats
for a long bunch of hours.
I got in at
7:30 am and the flight to Luxembourg didn’t leave until 12:50 pm so I had a
long wait in an airport lounging area. There was coffee, tea, juice and water
with some snacks as well for the taking. It was clean and comfortable. From
there I went down a small elevator and through a very small security gate and
then onto a bus which took me out on the tarmac to my flight on Luxair. It was
kind of fun to see that it was a Bombardier plane. It was comfortable and very
quick.
Jemp picked
me up and we drove to his lovely home just outside Luxembourg City where we had
lunch. We had some champagne to celebrate my birthday and then had a delicious
lunch prepared by his gracious wife Lony. We had some wine as well with lunch.
So, on top of no sleep on the transatlantic flight (love saying that!), 3 or 4
glasses of wine – it was really time for a nap before Jemp and I went to pick
up Holly at the train station.
And there
she was – sitting at a sidewalk café, eating a hot dog and trying to send me
messages saying she had arrived in earlier than expected! So we all took off
for Echternach and the Hotel de la Sure. We tooled around the town a bit and
then had a glass of wine with Jemp on the terrace before he left. Then Holly
and I sat out in the evening watching and I kept saying things like, “I
remember that place” or “Imagine what that was like!”
Holly is
finding out about me life back then – in spades! The stories are now coming
from witnesses!
As soon as I
can figure out how to do it, I’ll insert some photos here. But as we all know, if
I don’t write it as it happens, it will be gone out into the ether!
Not a hotdog! It was "pig in a bun" and I only ate half. Everywhere you look there is bread and meat. The girl who served me spoke broken English and I spoke broken French. This is what you get when communication is a tad difficult. As well, this is not the best place to be eating vegetarian or if you are avoiding bread!
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