Wieder dahoam

29 November 2007

My parents celebrated their 35th wedding anniversary on Sunday. The traditional gift for 35 years is coral, but I chose to give them Driving Me To Stansted Airport instead. It’s what any loving daughter would do.

I went to Salzburg for 3 days and although I’ve been back a couple of days now, I’m still knackered. Maybe it’s just from carrying my already hefty rucksack from the gate to the arrivals hall with an extra kilo of Austrian bread tucked into it. I saw some snow while I was out there – and saw some mountains too, of course. They’re a little difficult to miss. I had a group meeting about a website and nearly dropped down dead with exhaustion afterwards – trying to understand German that you can’t follow will do that to you. We wandered around a Christmas market, drank some punch and I was bought a pair of Austrian slippers. I spoke some German without cocking it up, enjoyed the warmth of my new green scarf and gloves and on the last evening lay on the floor with my friend looking at photos and talking about MacBooks. I also nearly missed my flight home, but fortunately check-in was re-opened for me and so Plan B (bursting into tears) was not required.