Ahh! The joys of traveling internationally. Our trip from Denver to Innsbruck was supposed to take about 16 hours total, with stops in Chicago and then Frankfurt, Germany. Well, we are at the Fraport (Frankfurt Airport), about 23 hours into the journey. Three holding patterns going into O’Hare, and an unplanned medical stop in Boston have increased our final travel time to somewhere around 28 hours. Oh well, at least Lisa speaks fluent German and is guiding us through this all very easily. I look at all the other American travelers and am really starting to feel their pain.
Fraport has a super modern design and interior. I’ve gotten so used to American airports and their cozy, cushy Pottery Barn feel. When you go somewhere different, it can be hard. But, we’re doing it.
The training begins tonight, with pizza and wine (and insulin) in Innsbruck. And sledding! Hey, at least we are walking uphill.
Oh yeah, and sleep.
