We arrived Sunday afternoon. All flights were on time surprisingly. We flew on Lufthansa, and for all practical purposes, especially traveling with a toddler, it's a pretty solid airline. Our flight attendants were tall, pretty german ladies and were overly accomodating with Evie.
The flight from Charlotte to Munich was a bit brutal. Upon checkin, the customer agent let us know that we, [wink], had an entire row to ourselves! Suddenly, visions of a miserable flight were being replaced with thoughts of spacious cabin bliss. But alas, 4 seats and all, Evie had a tough flight. She couldn't get comfortable enough in the provided bassinet (a nice touch by the way) and didn't ever get into a deep sleep. What's worse, she kicked things off 10 minutes into the flight by throwing up all over mom. A few hours later, she soaked through her diaper leaving mom with a pair of pants that looked like she wet herself. Needless to say, Christina had a rough flight, wet pants and smelling of baby vomit.
Munich airport was a pretty impressive place. Thank goodness because we were stuck there for 8 hours on our layover. 8 hours is just enough time to go crazy running out of things to do in an airport but not quite enough to justify a rushed trip into the city. So, resigned to killing 8 hours in an airport terminal, we did our best not to spend money in the various shops and duty free stores, even though our lunch comprised of a small salami sandwich and tuna salad (and beer) that set us back 30 euro (35 bucks!). Evie did catch a few zzz's in her stroller so it wasn't all that bad. The flight from Munich to Vienna was a puddle jump. We arrived in Vienna, blurry-eyed, crabby, and schlepping our 6 heavy bags and carriers and strollers.
Our "landlady" met us when our cab pulled up and warmly welcomed us to our 3rd floor apartment. It's a sunny, spacious one bedroom with all the modern necessities covered for our stay. Tomorrow we'll explore. For now, we are just happy to be here, unpack and get a little rest.
Hi Sorianos! Pete and I are sitting on your couch, watching the Tour de France and imagining you three on the other side of the big puddle, hopefully still sleeping. Two thumbs way down for the rough flight... hopefully you got all the vomit and leakiness out of the way off the bat so that the next three weeks will be a breeze, right? So much love and anti-puke vibes from the Dash -- can't wait to read up on all the coming gallivanting.
ReplyDeleteCheers!
Jen