Getting to my destinations seems to become harder every time I fly. Perhaps it is the airlines, perhaps it is my advancing appreciation for sleep, or perhaps I have simply become less willing to pretend that a 36-hour journey is “just a long flight.”
Clear skies over home.
These days, a lack of confidence in airline schedules means building extra time into the journey – longer layovers, generous connections, and, when necessary, an overnight stop. The trip may take longer, but at least I have a fighting chance of arriving with some semblance of a functioning brain.
We laze in charming Würzburg as long as possible. Temperature reaches mid-seventies and the sun is blasting. However, sadly, we must board an ICE direct train from the Hbf to Frankfurt’s Airport. It is over an hour delayed, proving the Germans right in their complaints about their trains.
However, once onboard, our trip is smooth and speedy. We arrive into the airport, practically beneath our hotel the Hilton Garden, within less than 2 hours. Just enough time to choose our “favorites or not-so-much list.”
