I woke up to a text from K that they’d made it through security without any issues.
I checked the flight tracking app I’d installed a month ago just for this trip.
They were well on their way.
And then, a rush to get them…
On the way, a wreck — forty minutes of sitting, crawling forward, sitting. Will I make it? Just how long will I be sitting here? What if I’m here an hour? Two?
Then the airport — lines for everything. The line for the taxis must have been 50 meters long — no exaggeration. It stretched half of the airport at least. And the line for luggage issues — at least half as long as the taxi line. People upon people everywhere. (Much to my relief, almost everyone in masks. I don’t know if it was required. I saw about 5% without.) Finally, I found them, we got the luggage, we made it home.
Four in the house again. Seven with the pets (dog, cat, frog). All is back to normal. More or less.
