Stasbourg to Fort Leonard Wood.

Years ago , on a trip from Canbrra to Venice ,  I recorded how much of th door-to-door time was spent in 3 different categories. Firstly in unavoidable queues, secondly waiting in situations where you could read a book ( eg once seated on a plane and waiting for take-off)  ( and I struggle to read a book waiting in a queue, so those two categories are separate) and how much time was actually in the air.  I was suprised at how small the proportion of time in the air was.  I was thinking over the last few days that it would be interesting to do that again. I wonder how overnight stops would fit in.

From Strasbourg we caught a  bus to Frankfurt airport, parted ways, I went to Chicago, overnight in hotel, plane to St Louis.  Luckily this plane was a bit early arriving and I was able to catch an earlier (tiny)  plane to FLW than the one I was booked on.  Most of the flight was in thick fog. There was the pilot, co-pilot and 6 passengers, all pretending to be sardines. Both pilots were over 6ft and they did not look comfortable.  We, the passengers (all  except me were seasoned flyers into FLW) , were aware when we started to descend, but completely unaware, because of the fog, of how close the runway was until we saw a red light flashing, a loud warning sound , then felt the wheels thump onto the tarmac. I gather landing in those conditions is outside the rule book.  I also gather from overheard conversations that the chance of me getting into FLW any later that day were very slim. I had been able to get in touch with Wendy from St Louis. I was very peased to see her waiting for me.

It was delightful seeing my 4  biggest grand daughters again.

Noel is safely home.