When we woke up this morning to take Helen to the Stuttgart airport, we discovered the roads and sidewalks were sheets of ice!!! What to do, what to do???? We felt very "trapped" up on our hill, knowing that the road down to the main thoroughfare (where cars were creeping along at snail-pace with lights blinking) was dangerously treacherous, and yet realizing that our street would not be top priority for the salt truck. When John finally concluded it was irresponsible to take the car, we decided to try to get to the train station in Unterkochen on foot and then travel on to Stuttgart. We had no time to spare - everything depended on the trains being on schedule, just to get to the airport in the absolute knick of time.
That proved to be a harrowing experience!! I (Becky) did not fall down in this picture, but chose at several places to crawl across the ice. People were only just realizing the need to salt their sidewalks, and we did see a salt truck (which didn't go up our hill, but eventually did give us a thawed path in the middle of the streets).
Took us over 30 minutes to walk (slide/crawl!) to the Uko train station, and thankfully we reached it just in time, and thankfully the train was on time.
Happy to have survived and arrived!
And thankfully the train to Stuttgart was on schedule.
Made a good connection in Bad Cannstatt to the airport
Looked like the British Airways' check-in was about to shut down, when we came sprinting up. The lady did check Helen in and called ahead to the gate about Helen and her luggage. I think the plane was due to take-off in half an hour; the lady said they had already boarded. So, no long drawn-out good-byes, just rush, rush for Helen through the security and to the gate. Hopefully, she is in London right now, waiting for her American Airlines flight to Chicago. Was definitely not a farewell that facilitates "inner closure", but as far as we know she made the flight!
Zach and I coming down toward the S-Bahn; we "set him out" a few stops from the airport, where he was met by his friends, the Speidel boys, to spend 2 days at their house.
A poster in the train - Jesus: He who trusts in Me has eternal life. Nice reminder and encouragement after such a crazy, stressful, traumatic drama! When John and I got back to Aalen, the streets and sidewalks had thawed. Few people could have guessed what conditions reigned that morning. (Today is a legal holiday, so the usual weekday obligations were not pressuring anyone to venture out.)
Socks I finished knitting yesterday. This has been a very ongoing project - I bought the yarn about 10 years ago (the printed price is still in D Mark)!
When we woke up this morning to take Helen to the Stuttgart airport, we discovered the roads and sidewalks were sheets of ice!!! What to do, what to do???? We felt very "trapped" up on our hill, knowing that the road down to the main thoroughfare (where cars were creeping along at snail-pace with lights blinking) was dangerously treacherous, and yet realizing that our street would not be top priority for the salt truck. When John finally concluded it was irresponsible to take the car, we decided to try to get to the train station in Unterkochen on foot and then travel on to Stuttgart. We had no time to spare - everything depended on the trains being on schedule, just to get to the airport in the absolute knick of time.
That proved to be a harrowing experience!! I (Becky) did not fall down in this picture, but chose at several places to crawl across the ice. People were only just realizing the need to salt their sidewalks, and we did see a salt truck (which didn't go up our hill, but eventually did give us a thawed path in the middle of the streets).
Took us over 30 minutes to walk (slide/crawl!) to the Uko train station, and thankfully we reached it just in time, and thankfully the train was on time.
Happy to have survived and arrived!
And thankfully the train to Stuttgart was on schedule.
Made a good connection in Bad Cannstatt to the airport
Looked like the British Airways' check-in was about to shut down, when we came sprinting up. The lady did check Helen in and called ahead to the gate about Helen and her luggage. I think the plane was due to take-off in half an hour; the lady said they had already boarded. So, no long drawn-out good-byes, just rush, rush for Helen through the security and to the gate. Hopefully, she is in London right now, waiting for her American Airlines flight to Chicago. Was definitely not a farewell that facilitates "inner closure", but as far as we know she made the flight!
Zach and I coming down toward the S-Bahn; we "set him out" a few stops from the airport, where he was met by his friends, the Speidel boys, to spend 2 days at their house.
A poster in the train - Jesus: He who trusts in Me has eternal life. Nice reminder and encouragement after such a crazy, stressful, traumatic drama! When John and I got back to Aalen, the streets and sidewalks had thawed. Few people could have guessed what conditions reigned that morning. (Today is a legal holiday, so the usual weekday obligations were not pressuring anyone to venture out.)
Socks I finished knitting yesterday. This has been a very ongoing project - I bought the yarn about 10 years ago (the printed price is still in D Mark)!
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Wow, great socks! And what a trip! So glad that Helen made it to the airport. We'll be seeing her on Saturday!
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