Our friends the Brown's flew through Frankfurt last night on their way from Morocco to the US. We took a detour up that way to visit with them on their layover. Because of time zone impacts, overnight layovers are a standard feature on multi-leg trips from Europe to the US. (Trips going to other way can be done in 1 day).
Anyway, we met our friends for some quality overnight bonding in a nearby hotel. During the pick-up, I discovered a flat tire in our van. I suspect their 3-year old of causing the flat while we were loading their suitcases. His father is an engineer so he has a genetic affinity for small, sharp metal objects. His mother proclaims his innocence and has threatened me with bodily harm if I print anything in the blog. Here's to you Miska. I dedicate this entry to you.
In the end, we had a great visit. The kids got to reconnect with friends. Piper and Miska got to chapperone that (very loud) connection. Luke and I got to visit a German auto-mechanic. There was truly something for everyone.
As they drove away, Maddie sat on the curb and cried. She asked me if she'd ever see her friend again. Of our 3 kids, she is the first to realize that each goodbye is potentially final.
In the end, we successfully limped home on our spare tire and we're all well. We're still looking at our repair options. Thus far, we're looking at a 1-2 week wait to order 2 new tires. Price quotes for that repair are more than what we paid in the US last year for 4 tires.
We need to find something before we go to Austria next weekend for the "Sound of Music" tour. The hills are alive.
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