Egészségére

We're on our way. Arrived without incident at Dulles, except for the 251 trains, escalators and buses. Have I mentioned that Dulles is my very most hated airport in this country?

We finally had a moment to relax before boarding our flight to Frankfurt.

While waiting for our supper we began to research some essential Hungarian phrases, as we always do when traveling. You know, try to blend in. Hungary being the first country we would visit, we proudly learned to roll our r's for the triumphant Egeszsegere, for "Cheers"! Shortly after this revelation we received another one, far more urgent. We were on "last call" for our flight. Somehow we'd misread the travel docs and missed our boarding time, damn near missed our flight.

Well, happily we made the flight. Hurrying to our seats, we slowed down and trolled the Business Class section, coveting those full recline bed cubicles, and then resigned ourselves to the fact that we were relegated to the Lo Class cabin with its too narrow and too short seats and rows. We fidgeted a bit, then settled in and prepared for our Thanksgiving feast. Oh did I mention we left the US on Thanksgiving Day?

Just like Grandma's house. mmmm, maybe not.