Archive | November 9, 2019

Just in time or a large breathing space

I am chill about some things, but get highly anxious about a few things.

Upcoming train and plane journeys, I get really uptight about. Turn into a real nervous Nelly. Which is bizarre because what is the worst thing that could happen? I have to spend another night in a place? I lose a bit of money from having to purchase a new ticket?

Anyway, fear and anxiety are illogical.

I want, nay have to arrive extra early for planes. As I have written before, Mr S hates waiting so he likes to leave a smaller window between arriving at the airport and the plane leaving.

I have to constantly remind him that departure time is not when boarding takes place or the doors close. OK, I don’t HAVE to constantly remind him, but I do anyway.

I like to leave time for contingencies.

Sometimes that means we have to wait a bit longer.

But sometimes it is really good that I stand my ground on arriving with plenty of time.

Evidence for my case.

1. Leaving Italy

I bought our flights to and from Germany before I plotted out our itinerary. When I added Italy, I looked at the best way to get back to Frankfurt. We were travelling around Europe by train but I decided we would fly from Rome to Frankfurt and have two nights in Germany.

People asked, “Why not just fly from Rome to meet your connection?”

No way! I couldn’t stand that level of stress. Flights would need to meet up. What if they didn’t? (OK, I would have to take more time off work. So sad. But that’s not the point.)

Of course, I don’t tell people I’m nervous and cover with the argument that we would have some time to finish our German discovery – buy some stuff and eat some food.

Which we did! We had Kaffee und Kuchen, a German thing like afternoon tea. Such a yummy cake, I started eating before I remembered I wanted a photo.

Perfect cake.

And we ate dinner at a very old beer Keller. Twice. It was delicious, traditional German food.

This red cabbage was as good as my mother’s. And that’s not a sausage; it’s a roulade of beef.

Wandered the pedestrian zone, looking at street art and church windows and museums, several of which were free, and memorials.

Unusual mermaid – with upper legs and two separate tails

And guess what? My planning was lucky. Not because of what we saw and experienced, which was wonderful.

We flew from Rome to Frankfurt on Lufthansa. The day we flew home, Lufthansa were on strike. For 48 hours. Had we flown to meet our Cathay Pacific flight home, we’d have missed it and been stuck in Rome. Imagine my stress?

2. Getting to Frankfurt airport

Mr S was all for catching the 10am train. I wanted to catch the 9:30 train. It’s only a short trip to Frankfurt airport station. Mr S said we’d be there by 10.30, two hours before our 12.40 flight, plenty of time in his eyes if we took the later train.

No allowances for contingencies, though.

I was adamant that I was getting the earlier train. And I wanted to leave early for the train. Mr S wanted to wait in the hotel. I get that the station was only a five minute walk. But what if there were issues buying tickets? Turned out there were issues. The ticket sellers were on strike and there were lots of people at the ticket machines. And it took ages to get our tickets. If we’d left the hotel when Mr S wanted to we’d have missed the 9.30 train.

Then when we got to Frankfurt airport station, we had to take a shuttle bus to Terminal 2. And boarding of the flight was at 12, not 12.40.

Urhm! I am right. Again!

So are you a “last-minute-er” or an “early-arrived”?