Sharp at 2:30 am Sandy came to pick me up, to drive me to Sacramento airport. It is a good thing I had supper at their house, because she was quite surprised when I said goodbye and told her “see you in 6 hours”. “What do you mean?” “Well, you are taking me to the airport, remember?” “But I thought that was Sunday night.” Alas, no. Had to leave the house at 2:30, to be at the airport at 4:30 am, to depart at 6 am, bound for Houston International.
Once in Houston I had a layover of nearly five hours before I could board the Lufthansa flight to Frankfurt, where bright “tomorrow” morning I will meet Christine Kobberger for the shortest visit I have done to Germany so far. Hey, I’ll take it.