So. Guess what I see after twelve hours of waiting in the airport for the next flight to London:
A quick scramble, momentary hope for a flight on another airline to a different London airport, then bad news, a voucher for a night’s stay at the Ibis, a brief fight with a taxi driver who kicked me out of her cab for asking her to drive me someplace she thought I should walk to, and a walk through cold drizzle to a depressingly subpar hotel.
But lo — ”tis the season of Christmas markets and holiday parties!
First stop: the shop of German wooden Christmas crafts that had been closed the night before. Buy all the things!
Next up: another Italian restaurant for a fantastic dinner with the Luxembourg legal team. I don’t know why all the restaurants I go to in Luxembourg are Italian, but boy is the food good.
Last stop: bed. To attempt another four hours of sleep before trying again to get on the first flight out to London.
Well, so sorry for the horrible, terrible, no good, very bad day! But, a German Christmas shop!!
Better luck getting out tomorrow.
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