Transatlantic Flight

On December 21st, Jose, Clark, Ari and I boarded a very old jet and took to the sky. On our way to Germany for Christmas. It was the first time I had been back to Germany since I left for Arizona in 2004. Jose had never been there. Clark had never been there. And Ari had never been there. I was only slightly nervous for the too-long day of traveling, but Clark did incredibly well, mainly because he loves riding on airplanes, and trains and trucks and cars and basically anything else that moves. The fun thing about planes is that they are so gadgety. Lots of knobs to turn and twist, lots of buttons to push. So, traveling, although long and tiring, was just part of the fun of the trip.

I was pretty emotional about "going home." Germany is such a transitional place for me, but a constant fixture too. Where I grew up, really. Or rather, the place I came back to while I was growing up. A soft place to land. And that's how it felt this time too, returning to my mom's delicious cooking, comfy couches, and the view of the river.