Flying Cheese

Well I just got back from O'Hare and Krysta is finding her seat, hopefully next to a happy German who likes ice cream like our friend Wilfred. Getting her to her plane was the opposite of uneventful. Being that the flight is to Munich, Germany, an international city, we started at the international terminal, which was obviously wrong. A nice guy at the tram to the other terminals called someone at Terminal 1 to have a baggage cart ready for our 200 lbs. of luggage. No cart. So we portered the luggage to the United International Baggage check in per the suggestion of the United employees, which again, was obviously wrong. We finally made it to the Lufthansa check in. All bags just under 50 lbs. Krysta was allowed only 1 fully stuffed ripping at the seams carry on, not 2. So we dumped out the backpack, and reshuffled everything in front of a line of annoyed fellow travelers who bothered to read the rules. I was sweaty and smelly by the end of the whole ordeal, and Krysta was a little stressed, but we were able to sit a while and talk about things to come. It was a nice long goodbye, and she is safely off, watching "The Proposal" because her personal flight entertainment system did not have tonight's showing of Svengoolie. She lands around 5:30 am Central Standard Time and has an 8 hour layover so take a peek on Skype tomorrow.