Gary, Aubrey & Carson went into the city after we had checked in at the airport Wednesday morning and only made it back with a couple of minutes to spare. I was pretty much a basket case--poor Maren was trying to comfort me while I was nearly sobbing. But they got on the plane and we all finally made it home to Salt Lake City International Airport. We got in our car (that our good friend Cheryl had driven to the long-term parking for us a couple of days before), and drove home.
From the time we left the hotel in Athens to the time we stepped in our door in American Fork it had been 52 hours. Enough said.
52 hours?! Wow. Maybe I don't want to visit Greece anymore. So glad you are back home safely!
ReplyDeleteI don't think the 52 hours is normal. I'm sure that people at the Athens airport get on planes and just fly home. Just not us. Also, the irony of the London adventure was that the *entire* Underground system was working fine except for the Picadilly line. And that problem only developed *after* we were already at the Westminster station. This almost became a very expensive jaunt into London from the airport, but thank goodness it all worked out. I hope AnneMarie will eventually forgive us.
ReplyDeleteEven when Jacob came back from Uganda, he didn't take that long. Glad you made it home okay. Eventually. :-)
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