Just Get Home

After a semester in Germany and a trip with her parents Carter was more than ready to come home. To celebrate twinkle thing being over we did a major splurge last night and went to eat at Tim Raue, one of the top 50 restaurants in the world. I had made the reservation months in advance and somehow we lucked into be seated at the Krug Table, that looked into the kitchen.

Both Russ and Carter had studied the Tv show about this place. Turns out our waitress is featured in the show. The Asian fusion did not diss appoint and neither did our waitress who visibly shock with excitement when she would place our food in front of us. It was a once in a lifetime experience. The food was indescribably delicious.

The only problem with going our last night is we had very little sleep to catch our early morning flights home. Carter had a ticket from her school program and was following us a few hours later. Russ and I had a 3:30 wake up to catch the 6:30 flight to Paris.

Unfortunately while we were on our flight to Paris Carter was at the Berlin airport being informed that her 9:45 flight tNewark was not going until 4:00 and that she had no connecting flight to RDU now. “You can rent a car and ride to NC from NJ.” The airline person told her. When Carter said she was 19 and cold not rent a car, they basically told her tough luck.

Not able to contact us she made the executive decision to buy a ticket on Delta that involved three flights. It was a fortune, but all she wanted was to get home. By the time we landed in Paris she was able to each us and tell us her plan. It was a highly stressful situation for her as well as us.

She got her first flight from Berlin to Amsterdam. Russ and I got on our flight to RDU from Paris and they told us the WiFi was out. I could not hold back the tears. I had no idea where she was and if her flights were on time. Then as if my tears had worked on the technology, the WiFi started working. She was on her flight to Detroit. Unfortunately it sat on the runway for an extra hour, butting her connection of her final leg in jeopardy.

We got home, and have been texting her through the whole trip giving her instructions on how to make it through customs fast enough to make her flight. We have been awake for 23 hours waiting to see if she makes it. If she does we will have to stay up another 3 hours to get her tonight. I have never wanted to pull an all nighter more than this.