OK, now I'm in Munich. I am sitting alone at my gate with two and a half hours till flight time. My body feels like it's 1pm German time but in NY, it's just before 7a.m. Monday and I will be travelling until midnight NY time - if I don't get hung up in Chicago, which I have done every single time I ever passed through there.
I changed my computer clock to NY time since it's my only way to begin the process of readjusting to home time. I have no watch and my cell phone doesn't work in Europe so it doesn't know what time it is. All I know is that I have another 17 hours before I'm due to land in Rochester.
I arrived in Munich via Air Malta uneventfully. The plane was full. There was a British choir and a Finnish Youth Football (Soccer) team on board. Breakfast was the breakfast I got used to in Bucharest: a sandwich of cheese, salami and ham. In Bucharest I used to have it on toasted wheat bread. I had to change gate area from G to H. It felt like a one mile walk, through endless high end shops. I looked at a watch that was retailing for over 1000€ which is almost $1500. It didn't even seem to be that fancy a watch. I kept walking and walking and the gates got less and less populated. I finally arrived at the very end of the wing and was relieved to find that my plane is here so it will most likely be on time. Lufthansa, a proper German airline, prides itself on exactitude. On the way to Malta, one of our flight attendants could easily have played a Valkyrie.
So here I sit, computer and book in hand, supplied with water and Coke Zero. My challenge is to drink both the Coke and the water before I leave so I can get my 50 cent refund for the bottle deposits. More later.