Welcome Home...

Those were the words of the Canada Customs agent that greeted us and never have I heard sweeter words. Yes we are home and I for one am glad. Not that I didn't have a good time with some wonderful people and relatives both in Germany and Greece, but there really is no place like home.

I don't know if the airline gods just hate me or if I just have bad travel karma but geesh, I really do have the worst luck. The new Olympic Air brought us safely to Paris as promised but the wheelchair that was to be waiting for me never did materialize. I gritted my teeth and told me sweetie we would walk. Biggest mistake ever...

Paris has three terminals of of course we needed to get to the farthest one. There is a labyrinth of moving sidewalks, escalators that criss cross each other and an electric train. It took us an hour to reach the correct terminal. Good thing we had plenty of time.

The Air France flight was overall pretty good. The service on board was better than with the old Olympic Airlines and the food was quite tasty. What was bad for me was the non existent leg room. The Airbus 340 was so tightly configured my knees touched the seat in front of me before it was even reclined. We unlucky had two young women travellers sitting in those seats and they immediately reclined them and then proceeded to bounce around in excitement for the duration of the trip. At one point Steve asked one of them if she wanted to sit on his lap, she was practically there anyway. They didn't get it.

Now we just need to get over the jet lag and I need to heal my foot. By the time we got home my ankle had swollen to twice it's size. Of course there are four suitcases that have to be unpacked...someday soon.