It is Monday morning here in Germany (that would be 2am in Toronto and 3:30am in NL) and we are getting ready for the long journey home. The part of the vacation where you are ready to go home but want to be there now, not in 15 hours.
Our journey home started yesterday in Belgrade. We woke up, checked out of the hotel and wandered around a city I thought I would never visit in my life. Belgrade may not be the wealthiest city and there is still damage from the civil war that ended over a decade ago, but the people are warm and bend over backwards to make you feel welcome. We saw the country’s legislature buildings, walked around parks and saw the last part of a charity run.
We went to the first set of the Raonic vs Djokivic match of the Davis Cup and had to leave at a crucial moment to get to the airport. Luckily (???) our taxi driver was watching the game while driving us to the airport and kept us up to date on the score. Yikes.
One and a half hours in the air and we landed in Munich for the night. The hotel restaurant knew it was Dave’s birthday so they decorated the table in ribbons and glass gems.
And now it is the waiting game. Waiting to go to the airport (which is a two minute walk), waiting to get on the plane and waiting for the plane ride to be over.
It will be tough getting over the jet lag this week (no difficult questions at work, please) but it will be more than worth it. We went to places we didn’t even plan on going to, we saw great and not so great art, we had wonderful meals and local wine.
And we had fun.