After a slight contretemps, we have arrived in Stockholm! At the airport in Chicago, we found out that I had a seat on the plane, but Peter did not. Fortunately, the overbooked airline was offering an incentive to take a later flight. We were rebooked on Lufthansa. We sat together in two middle seats. (Grumble, not feeling the luxury yet.) We arrived bleary eyed in Munich after watching too many trashy movies on the flight. (Did I really need to watch ‘Monaco’? And parts of ‘Cowboys and Aliens’?)Went through passport control and discovered tea stations! Well, technically, these also served coffee. But the little luxury of green tea was most welcome.
I also discovered a paper store. All airports need a paper store. You never know when you might have a paper or pen emergency. Nobel laureate wants to sign your Nobel program? Rats, no pen. See? This store had miniature pens and colorful booklets made just to fit in miniature purses. One the other hand, I do not anticipate ever having a Ferragamo, Hugo Boss, or Rolex emergency.





