Spring Break a Love-Hate Thing
As always, we went to see relatives in Norway for Spring Break. We have a chalet way up in the Tundra above Hol, Norway. We're talking WAY off the grid. Quiet, relaxing and cold as hell. As nice a time as we had, it wasn't without some jinxes. First of all, Kristina's boss informed her at the last minute that she wouldn't be able to take the time off. One paid ticket wasted. Next, during the flight over, I lost my palm pilot-my life, my central headquarters without which all the universe comes to a screeching halt. To make matters worse, when we landed in Oslo, our luggage wasn't there. Apparently all four bags decided to party it up on the Champs Elysees rather than huddle in the sub-zero belly of an aluminum behemoth. Hmm, very weird. So I've gotta tell ya, hanging around among the moose in the tundra is loads of fun in short sleeves and funky 5 day-old underwear. I was expecting the Norwegian Health Board to place a moratorium on contact within 30 km of our chalet, but we got lucky, ha. On day 5, our luggage finally arrived. So we actually got to wear warm, clean clothes for the last 4 days of the trip. On the first leg back, my wedding ring slipped off my finger and down god knows how many rows. All the hands and knees searching was for nothing, because it was nowhere to be found. The flight attendants told us they wouldn't be able to make an announcement for the passengers to look around the floor under their seats and basically blew us off, despite our wide-eyed stars of despair and panic. We never found it. Last but not least, when we got home to Houston, our bags were not there...again! That slow turn of an empty baggage carousel became a sickeningly familiar sight. That said, I've had enough traveling for a while. I'll post some pictures on my facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=17703&id=768318069