In usual awesomeness, Juchee, Michael and Hannah (M's sister) woke up at unearthly hours to drive me to the airport. Hannah was there to supervise Michael's early-morning driving under orders from his parents, in case he fell asleep on the autobahn. I fell asleep so i don't know if he did. They also commanded him to "please make sure Vera wears socks!" Juchee did because he's wonderful, and Michael knows he's wonderful so i don't have to say it.
I'm in transit watching planes land in a very snow covered Montreal. It's been a perfect holiday and I would go back again in a heartbeat. You'd think I'd be sick of Germany after two and a half weeks of small town and man-company, but I'm not. It's kind of driving me nuts missing them, sitting by myself waiting for my stupid flight to Vancouver.
Nuts! i tell you!
Goodbye at the airport was such a non-goodbye. I had to do it quick in case i cried because i know how the men/boys hate having to deal with crying goodbyes, especially Michael. And i totally would have cried too, if i had stayed longer, which would have been embarrassing. Then he'd have been a nervous mess and wouldn't know what to do, and we can't have that can we? Once inside, it was like... shit! i can't get back out. I haven't said bye! and of course not being able to do anything about it. It was a very pathetic situation and i was very sad.
In the ages that i took to type all the above, Montreal has turned a very beautiful violet and gold. It'll be dark soon and i'm so very tired and dirty. Thinking of my new bathroom (yes! new!) at home is making me very happy right now. And warm rooms with carpets. And my huge bed. And comforter. But if you gave me a ticket back to Frankfurt Main Airport, i would take it and go back right away.
I have fish! 4 fish. (if you look closely, you can see the dwarf puffer, Bob3 lurking in the back. He's very shy and doesn't hang out with the rest of the Flaming Metros.
