So. Guess what I see after twelve hours of waiting in the airport for the next flight to London:

Deja vu!

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.