And so it began, our trip home. The walk to the bus was without event; Bridget is actually able to walk while still asleep! The busride to the airport was quick; we passed the new "palace" being constructed - another "wait until you see it picture" to follow. Very modern, very large, very beautiful. There was a momentary panic when we were told all smaller planes were being delayed due to high winds. On a 4-leg trip such as our's timing is crucial for connections - UNLESS...more to follow. At any rate, our plane must have fallen into the not-so-small category as we were able to board and take up without incident if only a few moments late. From Florence we flew to Munich and I shall never forget my astonishment when I looked out the window and saw the Alps for the first time. Words cannot begin to describe their majesty! They were beautiful, snow-laden, impressive, and HUGE. Photographs in books and on postcards do not do them justice. I hope my pics will give a hint of their absolute beauty. By the way, American airlines should take lessons from the Europeans...beer, wine, and real food served around the clock on each flight.
In Munich we boarded for our flight to Boston's Logan Field. Bridget was pleased to discover we were seated in the emergency row (I always request this seating for leg room, even for my short legs.) as this was to be an 8-hour flight. Again, wonderful food, wine, and attention. We had a good supply of movies and music and plenty of room. The fun began when we arrived at Logan.