Divamensch

SUN AUG 17

Five AM came pretty damn early! We each took a quick shower, got dressed, finished packing, and went outside to wait for our Uber. The sky was menacing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I should mention that the weather during our trip was pretty damn perfect. Not too hot or humid and the only time it rained is when we were indoors having dinner at the L'Osteria in Salzburg. It stopped raining by the time we left.

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We were at the airport just after 6am. Our flight didn’t leave until 8:20am but I always like to be early, especially for an international flight. We found a place for a quick breakfast, yogurt and pastries, that sort of thing. Completely adequate. We took this cute pic of us at our gate.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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There was a large possibly Turkish family in our group - - I’d guess eight adults and eight kids. They were at the airline counter checking in their piles of luggage, they were at our gate, they were on our flight from Salzburg to Frankfurt. One little boy stood out, probably about five or six years old, wearing a white T-shirt and a vest and shorts ensemble in a particular shade of butternut squash. Good for his coloring. Anyway, he was relentless, constantly running around, talking loud, antagonizing his parents, aunts, uncles, siblings, cousins, whoever they were. It was funny for a while and Scott was amused by him but I was over him after about twenty minutes. Sadly he was just getting warmed up. I consoled myself by saying that I was able to walk away from him, a luxury his parents don’t have.

 

Our first flight was under an hour. We had a 90-minute layover in Frankfurt which turned out to be just enough time to 1) walk to our terminal (the reverse of what we had done on arrival, all of it looking very familiar), 2) go through passport control (thankfully faster than the last time), 3) find our gate, and 4) use the bathroom once or twice. We fit all that in and were on our flight.

 

Lunch was teriyaki chicken, better than the cordon bleu we had on our way out. I watched about an hour of a concert by Sade and then needed a little nap. I woke up, finished Simon Callow’s book on Wagner (gotta love a Kindle, and I just discovered how to download a book on my Kindle for free from the New York Public Library), and wrote a lot more of this travelogue. Scott was sitting four rows ahead of me across the aisle so I could watch his movie over his shoulder, as it were. He watched *Arsenic and Old Lace* (which I haven’t seen since the 80s) and *Victor/Victoria* (which I have on DVD and watch every once in a while).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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We're not making any specific plans but Scott and I both feel that we need to do more opera-centered trips like this in the future. We travel together so easily, we have such a fun time, and we're interested in the same things. Top of our list is Santa Fe. I'd love to go back to Glyndebourne in rural England and we're both definitely interested in a return to Salzburg.

 

 

 

 

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