Waiting at Fraport
June 26 Written July 9 Dear Friends and Family,
Finally, Marianne was coming back from America. She was flying into Frankfurt and I had to drive up from Pommersfelden, but that's a trip I have done often. The logistic concern was that the drive can be two hours or as much as four, depending on traffic and I certainly didn't want to be late. The solution was to drive up very early and kill time at the Frankfurt airport, known locally by the corporate name "Fraport". The check-in areas were normal, hundreds of folks wandering around. Not very interesting. However, on one of the lower levels of the airport, I ran across a kiosk offering airport tours. Why not? I have flown in and out of FRA for twenty years, so I needed to get The Back Story. Here it is.
OK, now I had killed my three hours and it was time to welcome Marianne back to Germany, after seven weeks in California. That's what I did but I was too busy for pictures. Next diary: a big party.
John |