Come Rain or Come Shine June 25, 2012
Another full flight with some snatches of sleep and almost no room to move for us tall people. Both our planes had only a single aisle with three seats on each side and if the person in front of you reclined his seat, you were unable to eat your food unless you held the plate up. I know you've been there and will agree that it ain't pretty. I told my seat mates, the delightful father and son bound for med school, that en route home, Ron and I were traveling business class and leaving the kids in coach. Son looked at Dad and said, "Oh no - don't leave me behind in coach!" When baby earns his MD, he can pay his own way in business class, yes?
A very civilized queue for customs and we were on to meet our Road Scholar guides. We all climbed onto a very nice tour bus and had a great look at the city for a few hours to mitigate the wait for our rooms which would not be ready until 3 P.M. There were two LARGE groups of travelers at the hotel which was crowded and bustling but we waited while a select few got their rooms immediately. You guessed it - the Clausens were among them. I am sure it is my husband's surname that enabled that piece of luck. As it turned out, the room was not configured as we'd requested so John and Caroline took ours and we promptly got another. That sweet-talking Mr. C. can arrange darn near anything.
The four of us ventured out for a walk and some lunch which was taken al fresco. We are in Europe for gosh sakes. There were intermittent showers that compromised the canvas cover over our lunch spot and just after we moved to a better locale, there was a loud sploosh! where Ron had been sitting. Not only is he clever, he's lucky.
Now we're preparing to formally meet the rest of the people in the group. I am going to adopt Joan's trick of making a note or two which will help me recall names more easily.
I am envisioning a retreat to our rooms just after dinner for a long night's sleep. We want to be prepared for a full day tomorrow.
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