I know, I am a little late. But I have a decent reason, or at least I think so. I was in Europe for 3 weeks, visiting my family. The kids loved it. However, internet access was not high on the list of priorities. The trip from here to there was very nice and uneventful. We got to the airport at the time we had hoped for, there wasn’t much of a line at check in, just enough time to have some lunch and the plane left on time. We had a direct flight from Dallas to Amsterdam. Very much worth the money. The kids slept most of the time in the air, and I got to knit on my sock and watch Harry Potter 6 and Angels and Demons on the plane. KLM was really great with the children, and I have not really anything to complain about. Except that upon arrival we discovered that the corner and wheel of one of our suitcases had been completely ripped out. We are not talking some flimsy soft sided fabric suitcase, we are talking a hard sided suitcase. And the wheel was of course nowhere to be seen. But immigration and customs were very quiet at 8 am, and we were out in no time.
While we were there I got to knit a little on Oregon, but for a change there really was too much going on to focus on lace knitting. So I worked on the toddler cardigan for Dear Son #1 instead. I finished the fronts and back, and have about 2/3 of the sleeves done. I am working on the sleeves both at the same time, so I know for sure they are both the same, and I won’t have to do a second one after I finish the first one. (Second Sleeve Syndrome anyone? 😉 ) I showed my mom some lace knitting, and she has gotten of to a great start while I was there, on the Snowdrop Shawl by Stephanie Pearl-McPhee, the Yarn Harlot. It is looking very good, and she has been able to do many rows without needing my assistance. Who would have thought that I would teach my knitting teacher a thing or two about knitting? I think she will be doing fine, and I am looking forward to seeing the finished project!
The trip back was not quite as smooth as the trip there. It began with a traffic jam that cost us nearly half an hour. Then the check in process was a pain in the b**. Only to find out that according to our boarding pass our plane was boarding as we were checking in. The flight was scheduled to leave 10:10 am, and according to the boarding pass boarding time was 8:31! We then had to check in our suitcases, and had to go through the counter check in because we had a stroller, never mind that we didn’t want to check it until we got to the gate. When we had finally made it to the counter the luggage belts were not running, and we got to wait about 5-10 minutes until they finally were moving again. When we finally got our suitcases checked in, we hurried to our plane, could fortunately jump to the front of the security line (which in Schiphol is at the gate, not at the passport check like most other countries), and pretty quickly managed to get on board. Only to discover that we had lost Green Guy. Green Guy is the beloved stuffed animal of Dear Son #1, and loosing it at the airport is just about the worst thing I can imagine. Boarding was pretty slow, so I had a change to have the stewardesses check if they saw the critter, and later I was allowed to leave the plane again, so I could go check myself, and there was absolutely no sign of the thing. We knew we had it after security, so there was not much space where it could have been. And at this point I was at the end of my rope, but agreed with the stewardesses that GG had to be on the plane. They even offered to ask the whole plane once everyone was seated to see if someone might have found it. Thankfully that was not necessary, as Green Guy was located shortly before I got back from my search. He had fallen between the seat and the fuselage. I don’t think I have ever been as happy to see the green creature. However, after that we got to wait a real long time before we finally took off, as our plane had an hour and a half delay, due to the increased security measures. The ride itself was bumpy, the boys wouldn’t sleep, I had not taken my sock this time because I was afraid it would cause trouble after the Nigerian attempt, and I couldn’t sleep much either. I did see HP 4, Star Trek XI and something else. I can’t remember what the 3rd one was. Oh well. In Dallas the immigration officer we were supposed to see decided to take a break just before it was our turn, and you are not allowed to choose your own line, and therefore can’t switch lines. But eventually he came back, and we could enter the country. Then we picked up our luggage, and we could finally go home. At home we discovered that another suitcase had gotten some damage on the trip back. But despite all that, I would do it again in a heartbeat. Just not next week. 😀
Next post I am fully planning on talking about knitting or so again. 😀