Our trip to Germany didn't start particularly smoothly. I'd spent the few days before our flight trying to contact Lufthansa in order to change our return flight. Sadly the customer service team isn't available over the weekend. We turned up at the airport on Monday morning, still unsure when we would be coming back. It wasn't a miserable morning, but there was a little fog around. As such, most flights were delayed. Not ours. Ours was cancelled. So off to the Lufthansa desk we went, only to be told we could be booked in later that evening.
There was a moment of disbelief, during which I am told I gave the assistant "The Look". I then advised I was already waiting for Lufthansa and guess what - we got checked in and put on the next flight out, which was delayed, but not cancelled.
I'm told "The Look" was fearsome - the type you got off a parent or teacher when you just knew you were in trouble. I must have picked that up from my mother, but at least it got us on a flight!
We did have a few hours hanging around the airport, before we could take off, but soon we had arrived in Frankfurt, ready to be collected by my sister. She drove us back to Ramstein. Her husband was away at work, but she showed us around the house and it gave us time to settle in.
My sister clearly picked up a few habits from either our mum, who loves having guests, or just being in Germany; she had left each of us with a bowl of chocolates and sweets on the bedside table.
No complaints. I have quite the sweet tooth!
