Wow, has it really been two weeks away? It was a wonderful, relaxing, enjoyable time, but it's good to be back to the normal routine in New York. The trip was, overall, a resounding success, I just wish that some of the details had been a bit smoother. Interestingly, all those details somehow revolved around Heathrow (long delays, flight cancellations, lost and damaged baggage). And, because I look so suspicious, I got frisked not just once, but twice. Actually, it wouldn't be a trip through Heathrow if I didn't get frisked. Every time I use that airport, without fail, I am always subjected into extra searches. That, and my wristwatch breaks. I'm not making this up. These two things alway happen. Whenever I get close to London something goes wrong with my watch. This time the battery died two days before the trip began.
Anyway, I'm happy to see that was once again I was able to stick to tradition. My baggage liked Heathrow so much that it decided to stay an extra day.
You're back! I thought that I had created an enormous problem for myself by attempting to change the bags' delivery address midstream. I thought that American Airlines at JFK would have the capacity to accept one delivery address on Sunday, and another address (my office) on Monday. Apparently, never in the history of American Airlines or the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey, has anyone ever attempted something so brazen as to request this. So, despite being told initially by American Airlines that changing the delivery address after a day would be "no problem," it was indeed, "a problem." Luckily, the address change never worked its way through the impenetrable system of the baggage department at JFK, and the delivery service redelivered my luggage the next day to my home. And luckily I was able to zip home quickly to pick it up.
Anyway, this is a knitting blog, not a travel blog.
Maybe all this is just to disguise the fact that I took a two-week break from knitting. Yep, I have minimal progress to show for all the time that I spent in planes and trains. Why? Well, I was a bit of an eager beaver in the days leading up to Christmas. So eager, in fact, that I noticed a distinct twinge in my right-hand wrist on the outgoing flight. While some knitters would pop some Tylenol and keep on going, I am not that kind of knitter. So, I stopped.
Then, simultaneous with landing in Germany I came down with a whopper of a cold. Cold + jetlag = not so good. In fact, I didn't think that I truly adjusted to European time while I was there. Then again, now that I'm back in New York I want to go to bed every night at 8:30, so something must have happened.
I've got some catching up to do in the next week or so. Stay tuned.