Well, our adventure was nearly at an end. We did a ton of traveling on Sunday, and would be doing even more on Monday. Our flight was scheduled to leave at 10:30 AM from Zurich, and we would be arriving home in Houston at 6:30 PM on the same day. Cool, huh? Wouldn’t it be nice if it was truly only 8 hours? Newp, we just flew with the daylight this time, and we had roughly 15 hours of travel. And it was a bad, bad, travel experience… most of it I’ve cut from my public blog here.
The day started way too early, with us oversleeping, and rushing around trying to get every thing packed and ready in time to catch our shuttle ride. Luckily, Heath was able to get the kind shuttle driver to wait a few extra minutes while I scrambled around the room making sure the last few things were taken care of.
While we were waiting in line to check our bags, we had a lovely conversation with a very young ballerina who was traveling home to South Carolina for vacation. We never caught her name, but she was very sweet. The desk attendants were kind enough to let us repack our bags so that we could redistribute our wine bottles to avoid paying a fine for any one of our bags being too heavy.
We went through customs again, and finally got a stamp in our passports (they didn’t stamp them on the way in, and apparently don’t do it any more in most countries unless you ask). Continue reading