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Monday, June 5: It was convenient for Celia and me to get to the airport by picking Carl up at 11 a.m. after his work shift in Wentzville and driving to Lambert Airport so he could take the car home. At the airport we checked in at the United Airlines ticket counter and waited for 1:45 p.m. to arrive so we could board the plane that was to leave at 2:15 p.m. At 1:45 p.m. United Airlines told us that the plane that was to take us to Chicago was still in Chicago. By 3:15 p.m., the plane arrived and by 3:45 p.m. we had boarded, but had to wait on the runway until 4:15, finally leaving St. Louis two hours later than planned. Fortunately we had a much longer layover time than that built into our schedule, so we had a leisurely supper at Chicago, then walked to the gate where our flight to Frankfurt was scheduled to leave. Everything went smoothly - we spent eight hours flying to Frankfurt. The three other persons sitting in our row in the middle section of the plane were Yugoslavians; a mother who spoke no English with two children, with the eldest of these a young teen who spoke English well. Other Yugoslavians were sitting in the row of seats behind us.
Tuesday, June 6: We arrived in Frankfurt as scheduled at 11:30 a.m. Despite a relocation and remodeling of the train station connected with the airport, we were able to find a railroad person to validate our German Rail pass and direct us to the track were we then boarded a Eurocity train that was to go directly to Osnabrueck, requiring no change of trains. We had supper at the train station at Osnabrueck, then called Guenter and Friedhelm Freese. They picked us up - we had a pleasant evening visiting. During the evening we got a phone call from Guenter Boehlke, a physician in Westerkappeln,whose hobby is the service of looking up family relationships of persons who are in the civil records of Westerkappeln in the middle part of the nineteenth century. At my request via e-mail that I had made just before we left the USA, he had found information about the family connections of the Berlekamp patriarch whose name and birth date I had sent him. He was willing to bring over tomorrow evening the genealogical information he had assembled. We'll be looking forward to that.
Wednesday, June 7: After going to bed at eleven last night I was quite surprised when I awoke this morning at 10 a.m. I don't recall sleeping an eleven hour stretch for many months, if not years. I felt refreshed. We spent the rest of the morning at Guenter and Friedhelm's watching it rain. In the afternoon Friedhelm showed us slides of his two trips to the U.S.A. While watching the slides we had a chance to read the trip descriptions they had been given prior to their departure. It was very enjoyable.
After supper Dr. Boehlke showed up and spent almost two hours explaining and discussing the Freese and Berlekamp information he had put together from the books of Westerkappeln civil records going back to 1825.
Thursday, June 8: Spent a leisurely morning both in the Freese house and walking along Sennlicher Weg. Saw a custom operator come to the Freese farm with a 36 foot wide hay "tedder" to help prepare the hay in the field for a silo.
We were invited to have lunch with Fritz and Wilma Bente. After eating and chatting until 3 p.m., Guenter and Friedhelm took Celia and me for a "tour" of the scenery and grounds at two rehabilitation centers at Bad Iborg and Bad Essen. We had supper at a Yugoslavian restaurant in Bad Essen. My order of "Halb und Halb-Bosnian" was excellent in quality and quantity (lots) while Celia's order of "Toast Hawaii" was familiar and good.
We chatted at length with Guenter and Friedhelm before turning in for the night.
Friday, June 9: After breakfast at Guenter and Friedhelm's, they took us to catch the train at Osnabrueck by 10 a.m. Then a wistful "good-bye" to the two brothers; then rode the train from Osnabrueck to Hanover, where we changed trains, catching an Inter-City Express train to Wuerzburg. There were video displays at the end of each car of the train that sometimes displayed the name of the next train stop, sometimes displayed the number of minutes until the next stop, and sometimes displayed the speed of the train (at times over 250 kilometers per hour, i.e., over 150 miles per hour). At Wurzburg we switched to a slower train going to Neustadt, stopping at the smaller towns of Rottendorf, Dettelbach, Buchbrun, Kitzingen, Iphofen and Markt Bibart. Then changing trains again at Neustadt, we passed through the towns of Dietersheim, Dottenheim and Ipsheim before arriving at Bad Windsheim. Through the Pastorius Home Association in Germantown, Pennsylvania, I had arranged for a room in the rooming house in Bad Windsheim called Pastorius Haus for the next ten days. It is only four blocks from the train station but we walked a bit more than that trying to find the place. It is on a street that is only one block long. The manager told us that for a few days we would have the largest room in the place, a room with twelve bunk beds, ten closets and 3 toilets.
Found a place to eat supper, the Sommerer Cafe, where we had sidewalk seating under the shade of some umbrellas. During our meal we saw a man walking down the middle of the street towards us who had obviously had too much to drink - at one point falling flat on his face on the cobblestone surface. Picking himself up, he apparently decided that the cobblestones were the cause of his problem and that walking on the sidewalk would provide a smoother walking surface. Fortunately he successfully maneuvered his way through the tables on the sidewalk with only minor problems and went on down the street.
We found our way back to the Pastorius House and turned in for the night.
Saturday, June 10: Although we would have liked to get an earlier start, we were told by the manager last night that breakfast would be at 8:30 a.m. It was an ample breakfast with hard rolls, hot tea, hot chocolate, cereal, jam, and various cheeses and juices. By 9:45 a.m., we were at the train station and ready to head for Fulda, our goal city for the day. We got from the Bad Windsheim train personnel a personalized travel schedule showing all the places we would need to change trains, going and coming, and the times when that would need to happen. In our eleven years of train travel in Europe, we had never taken the wrong train - until today. The train from Bad Windsheim to Steinach was ten minutes late, and there was only an eleven minute layover time, so we had one minute to catch the train. We ran to the track at Steinach where the train was to depart; it was loading and calling for the doors to close, so we jumped on. A few minutes later as the next stop was announced, it was clear that we were heading in the wrong direction. The train we had boarded had been scheduled to arrive and leave ten minutes earlier from Steinach, but had been delayed - our desired train had also been ten minutes late. In our hurry, we had forgotten to check the departure board on the track to identify the train we were boarding. We got off the train at that next stop, found the next train heading in the right direction and boarded it, ending up less than an hour behind our planned itinerary. The last leg of the trip, from Wuerzburg to Fulda, was on an ICE train, moving rapidly, but very crowded. Even the dining car was filled. We found some standing room space in the area where you order food at a counter and then eat it standing up around small tables. After standing in line to order the food (a pastry and some juice) and then eating it, the thirty minute travel time from Wuerzburg to Fulda was over and we got off the train at the Fulda station. The area around the Fulda station had changed since our last visit there years ago. We decided to do a walking exploration of this area for the hours we had planned to be there.
Celia's shoes were rubbing her feet raw, causing pain and pressure so at a shoe store we found a pair of very inexpensive slippers to allow her to wear a different pair at times and hopefully alleviate the problem. We also shopped at a department store in the area and bought some foot medication and supplies. As we came back to the plaza at the train station we saw a confrontation between a questionable-looking man and a police officer with his police dog. The police dog was lunging at the man but being restrained by the chain leash held by the officer. There was a shouting match between the two men, punctuated by the barks of the police dog. The officer was apparently writing the man a summons. Eventually the officer won, and the man left the area. Celia and I recalled how often vagrants tended to cluster around the entrances to train stations; apparently Fulda is attempting to change that atmosphere.
We had an early supper at the McDonalds on the plaza rather than waiting to eat supper when we got back to Bad Windsheim; we had not had time to explore Bad Windsheim to find restaurants that were sure to be open at the supper hour, especially with today being a Saturday. After supper we headed for Bad Windsheim. When we got on the train at Fulda, it was very crowded with lots of people and lots of luggage. Four teenagers who overflowed a six-person compartment with their luggage felt sorry for Celia and me and made some room so we could sit down. They were part of a group of thirty students who had been visiting Rome, including churches in the area. They left the train as it approached their homes, small towns north of Wuerzburg.
Sunday, June 11: Breakfast/brunch was available at 9 a.m. We had decided last night that our event for the day would be a tour of the Altstadt (Old City) part of Bad Windsheim at 2:30 p.m. About 11 a.m. the manager came to our "huge" room to ask when we would be ready to move to a "regular" room. We decided to do that immediately, packing our suitcases and carrying our towels and soap to the new room on a lower (second) floor. It is indeed a normal size and we'll need to get used to not having as many places to hang things or as much space to move around in.
Being wary of finding a place open for lunch on Sunday noon, we started walking from the Pastorius Haus about 12:30 to find something to eat. After an hour of walking and seeing what was open (mostly pubs and such) we ended up with an ice cream cone for lunch, before heading for our event which was to start at the plaza at the church. What a surprise! The daily scheduled tour had been replaced by a special summer production there, including a formal procession, two bands (one the "Spielmans und Fanfarenzug"), demonstrations of folk dancing and various balladeers extolling in rhyme the important virtues of the region, tying together the economical, spiritual, family and intergenerational strengths of the people of the region.
Since we'd really only had a brunch, we stopped at the restaurant where we'd had supper last night and had an earlier supper tonight, trying out different items on the menu, including a "Bananen Split" with two spoons. Spent the rest of the afternoon and evening at the Pastorius Haus, Chatting with folks in the lounge and enjoying the comfort of our "new" beds.
Monday, June 12: (Pfingstmonntag) After breakfast we waited until 9:30, then left to explore the fruit/vegetable/clothes/miscellaneous market that was scheduled for the Marktplatz and surrounding streets from 9 to 6. We browsed until noon, then had lunch at the Hotel Reichstadt cafe in the area. Celia is supposed to stay away from "red meat", according to her doctor, but that was about all we had found on menus thus far. So while she had asparagus soup, I had a "suspicious" fish item which turned out to be delicious. Following that leisurely lunch, we walked to the south end of Bad Windsheim to the Franconian Open Air Museum, a highly recommended museum that includes several clusters of buildings on 100 acres, totaling over 70 buildings, dealing with the cultural heritage of Franconia and shows the architecture, housing and working life of the rural population in former times. This includes buildings from five different centuries, including some renovated farmhouses from the fourteenth century. It included buildings with displays showing the development of trade and industry in the area. We spent several hours there before walking back into the "old town" area. Along the way, at one of the market stalls, we listened to some "live" Christian songs by an evangelistic group that was spending the nine-to-six time period passing out evangelistic literature and singing along with some brief sermonettes.
We had supper at the Reichstag again, but this time Celia had the fish order and I had a steak. We left the restaurant at their closing time of 6 p.m. That's kinda early to go to sleep, but all the stores are closed. The only choice is to go the four blocks to the train station for a snack or information or whatever.
Tuesday, June 13: Decided to go to Wuerzburg today - got a city map from the manager of the Pastorius Haus to help guide us in our exploration. Stopped at a grocery store on the way to the train station and picked up three boxes of apple juice for a pick-me-up along the way. Made the trip to Wuerzburg without incident, changing trains at Steinach as required. The map of Wuerzburg showed several famous landmarks within walking distance of the train station. Walking ten minutes from the train station brought us to a famous church (Augustinerkirche), and to the Pizza Hut nearby where we had lunch. A few minutes more on Schoenborn Strasse brought us to the Marienplatz with the Haus zum Falken, a splendid Baroque mansion, formerly an inn. Next to it was the Marienkappelle, a late gothic chapel begun in 1377 and completed about 1481. It was interesting to us how these "famous" structures all had a string of shops standing backed up against them, taking advantage of all possible space for selling food and other wares.
We found lots of pigs in Wuerzburg (actually hogs and not live ones, at that). Every few blocks there would be one made of stone or plastic or whatever, all decorated uniquely, as if in a competition. We never did learn their significance for the city.
We found the cathedral of St. Kilian and, nearby, the Neumuenster (the romanesque basilica of the eleventh century). A short walk took us to the old bridge over the Main River, built 1473-1543, from which we had an excellent view of the Fortress Marienberg which was originally a fortified retreat about 1000 B.C., but the fortress construction was begun around 1200 A.D.
We retraced some of our steps and then walked eastwards to the Residenz, one of Europe's most outstanding palaces, given recognition by UNESCO-World Heritage. We took a fifty minute guided tour and saw unique staircases, saw the world's largest ceiling fresco as well as other frescos and stucco work.
Supper at McDonalds in Wuerzburg and the return home to Bad Windsheim were uneventful.
Wednesday, June 14: Decided last night to travel to Nuremberg today. We were getting so comfortable with our morning routine, we were sitting at the Bad Windsheim train station with fifteen minutes to go when I realized I didn't have our passports and GermanRail pass so I had to run back to the Pastorius Haus to retrieve them and made it in time - I'm getting too old to run like that.
Borrowed a city map of Nuremberg from the wife of the Pastorius House manager with some directions on finding the "Altstadt" part of Nuremberg from the train station when we got there. That created a slight problem when we got to Nuremberg because the main train station was under complete renovation, and her directions didn't fit the situation. We did find our way out the right direction of the station explored the shopping and historic areas of interest there. This included a stroll along Koenigstrasse where we saw a former armory, the church of St. Lawrence, the Frauenkirche and the Beautiful Well (Schoener Brunnen). The market square formed near the Beautiful Well is the location of the annual "Christkindlmarkt" where 150 stand-owners sell toys and Christmas decorations as that season approaches, a custom going back to the seventeenth century. We found a few stores that specialize in these wares at all times of the year. The numerous stands were now selling mostly fruits and vegetables. The Schoener Brunnen, constructed in 1396, rises up like the steeple of a gothic church 62 feet above its octagonal base. Forty stone figures decorate the columns, including the four evangelists, the four church fathers, seven electors, three heroes from classical antiquity, Moses, and seven Old Testament prophets.
A sudden rainstorm delayed our departure out of the that section of Nuremberg for about an hour. We left when the rain diminished significantly. Our trip to Bad Windsheim was uneventful, except for a train we needed being rescheduled to arrive at a different track, which we heard being announced at the train station. All announcements were in German only. We noted that on previous trips when we were traveling between larger cities or were approaching Switzerland, announcements were generally made in English and German and perhaps other languages, but this trip all announcements on the train and at the stations have been in German only, with the one exception of Frankfurt., where both English and German were used.
The Pastorius Haus is host tonight to 36 teenagers (24 gals and 12 guys) and their adult sponsors. We can hear them active outside as well as on the floor above us and the floor below us as of now (8:47 p.m.). I presume things will settle down by 10 p.m., their curfew time.
Thursday, June 15: The large group of other guests here at the Pastorius House was up early this morning. The manager told us later that they were ready to eat breakfast at 6:30 a.m. rather than the 7:30 a.m. hour that it was scheduled.
We spent much of our day in Bamberg (changing trains at Neustadt and Fuerth to get there). We bought an illustrated guide to Bamberg, with a map of the Altstadt at the train station and walked a few blocks to get that old part of the city. Bamberg is unique in that there was very little damage during World War II, so it has a very large collection of centuries-old buildings. The atmosphere created by block after block of old but still used three-story buildings was impressive as were the museums and statues and monuments. We found no McDonalds or Burger King restaurants in the Altstadt, but we did see ethnic (Greek, Italian, Chinese) restaurants there. We saw the old city hall, the cathedral, the Residenz, the Neptune fountain, several churches, and strolled over bridges over the Pegnitz River and the Rhine-Main-Donau Canal that divide the town in half. Almost got caught in a rain shower as we were returning to the Bamberg train station.
Traveling back to Bad Windsheim we noticed, for the first time, independent signs high in the air advertising McDonalds. We are aware that in many locations, the signs were by law severely restricted and to be placed flat against the buildings housing the restaurant. I guess change is happening everywhere.
On the last leg of our trip home (Steinach to Bad Windsheim) we experienced the severest case of rowdiness on the trains thus far. Three teen-age girls found a sex magazine and were accosting a young man in their end of the car. They became rambunctious, eventually, among other things, throwing the magazine at him, causing him to move to another car. Celia and I and another man were the only other occupants of their train car. Things quieted down only somewhat by the time we got to Bad Windsheim. Celia thought they were high on something.
Got off the train at 6 p.m., stopped at the "quick food" place between the train station and the Pastorius Haus and got "supper to go": a couple of bratwurst sandwiches, on small order of french fries (enough for both of us) and 2 Mezzo-mix drinks, a soft drink that our landlord in Ismanning had introduced us to several years ago.
By the time we got to the Pastorius Haus, the "large group" of guests from last night had departed, but a new "large group" of guests had already arrived. They seem to be a quiet bunch.
Friday, June 16: Today was a delightful day, not as rushed as recently but with some good experiences. We decided to explore Rothenburg - not far away and accessible by one change of train. We got a map of the Altstadt; had to walk about ten minutes to get to the Altstadt from the train station at the city of Rothenburg ob der Tauber (Rothenburg by the Tauber River, as opposed to a Rothenburg elsewhere in Germany).
Celia described the Altstadt in Rothenburg as "user friendly". The map was easy to follow as well and we browsed through several stores while on our way through the area. One very kind lady, in a shop where I was buying an illustrated book about Rothenburg and was exchanging pleasantries while completing the transaction suggested I was getting the wrong version of the guide - getting the English version instead of the German version. I thanked her profusely for her kind thoughts, for her thinking that my German was that good, but told her we were from the USA and that it was indeed the English version that I wanted to purchase.
Just as we approached the central market plaza, we heard band music and had a chance to watch a large marching band, apparently from Sweden it turned out, perform several numbers, both while marching and while standing in place.
We located the address given for the Kaethe Wohlfahrt Christkindl Markt. It and its sister store across the street were decorated in the spirit of St. Nicholas or Christmas, including a two story high decorated Christmas tree. All the rooms in the store were filled with crafts and other items related to the Christmas season.
Retracing our steps to the Rothenburg train station, we caught the next train to Steinach. The next train to Bad Windsheim was not scheduled to leave Steinach for over an hour, but since our GermanRail pass was valid on the bus from Steinach to Bad Windsheim and was leaving momentarily, we chose that option and arrived at the bus stop at the train station in Bad Windsheim twenty minutes later.
We picked up a few items at the grocery store, then had supper of french fries and delicious fish fillets at our "fast food" restaurant. We checked the restaurant's hours tomorrow and Sunday (10 - 1 on Saturday and closed on Sunday .... not much help for us) and returned to our room.
Saturday, June 17: "Maybe it was meant to be" was Celia's comment as we were returning from our day's visit to Weissburg and had just had a stimulating conversation with a woman in her eighties on a train platform at Weissburg.
We had visited the Altstadt part of Weissburg. Weissburg is a relatively small municipality; even the train station office closes on Saturday at noon. Part of the town is maintained in the old style with some original buildings still intact. We saw the old city hall, the new city hall, the Kaiser Ludwig Fountain, a museum with Roman artifacts from the area and the central market square. We saw the church built around the middle of the fifteenth century. On the Martin Luther Square we saw the building that served as the Weissburg Latin School from 1581-1806.
We had completed our visit to Weissburg and were sitting on the appropriate platform at the appropriate track, waiting for the ten minutes to pass for the train to arrive to start us on our way back to Bad Windsheim. We were sitting in two seats of a shelter consisting of 8 metal individual seats, under a roof on the track, with a transparent shield separating the chairs into two sets of four chairs each. A young lady and then a man and an elderly lady came to the shelter and each sat on one of the "other four" chairs. After a few minutes an announcement came over the public address system that the train we were expecting would be delayed thirty minutes (unheard of!). All of the three jumped up, with the man leaving immediately, apparently hoping to catch another train, with the young lady leaving about the same time. The older lady, standing, made a comment to me about how ridiculous it was. I responded that indeed it was, but that we had found German trains to be quite punctual as a rule. That gave her a chance to ask where we were from. That started a long, intensive, enjoyable (but for me strenuous, trying to speak meaningful German) conversation that lasted until our train arrived. She was from Weissburg and had come to the track to meet her daughter; she had prepared coffee and strawberry cakes. Her granddaughter's husband had just completed graduate work in German and History, writing a 500 page thesis. The granddaughter had told her grandmother that the last four months she hadn't even dared to dust the house for fear she would disturb her husband. When she asked us if we had ever visited the Rhine River valley, we said, yes, that the stretch from Bingen to Koblenz was one of our favorite spots in Germany. She said that was her favorite also; she had grown up in a town near Koblenz and even though she had lived in Weissburg for 55 years, the area south of Koblenz was still "home".
During our wide-ranging conversation this mild-mannered, gracious, alert and active woman who claimed to be in her eighties enjoyed sharing her philosophy of life.
About the world: "Die Welt ist schoen, man muss sie nur benutzen" (The world is great; one has to get involved to enjoy it)
About terrible things that some people do: "Es gibt Idioten in jedem Land" (There are idiots everywhere)
About life: "Man weiss nicht, wie lange man lebt." (You don't know how long you're going to live.")
As the train arrived, we wished her a good visit with her daughter and she wished us a safe return to Bad Windsheim and eventually to the U.S.A.
We returned to Bad Windsheim and had supper at the Reichstag Cafe.
As I write this (7:15 p.m.) the sounds of a brass band at the Martin Luther Square three blocks from here playing religious music and familiar hymns such as "Now Thank We All Our God" and "Blessed Be the Tie That Binds" are coming in the open window of our room here at the Pastorius Haus.
Sunday, June 18: Since we had learned that trains didn't travel as frequently on Saturdays and Sundays, we decided to try for a modest trip today, visiting Fuerth. It is not far away; we were warned that it was not known for old historic buildings, so we went with an open mind and no expectations. We knew Henry Kissinger had been born there and that the first train in Germany ran between Fuerth and Nuremberg.
As we got off the train at Fuerth, we walked into the city on what seemed like a main thoroughfare. At one intersection we saw off to the right side what looked like a children's wading pool, involving life-size rock and other figures, including flowing water. Approaching it and reading the information, we learned that it was called the Fuerth Paradise Well. It had stone and metal replicas symbolizing a man, a woman, some fish, an egg, a snail, a snake, an apple, a knight, a unicorn, a dragon and other animal shapes, and a rainbow overhead. The rainbow was to symbolize the Garden of Eden, with the rainbow symbolizing God's promise to humankind after driving out Adam and Eve from the Garden of Paradise.
Going in the other direction, we found a large rummage sale in progress, comparable in size to some of the fruit and vegetable markets we've seen in recent days. This one, however, offered everything from expensive flatware to cheap clothes, books and knick-knacks. Celia persisted for a long time and found a book ( for one mark, i.e., 50 cents) with lots of color photos that described a recent fifteen-year period of the Neustadt/Bad Windsheim area, including the economic, environmental, educational and cultural changes that had taken place in the Kreis (County). It included a photo of the Pastorius Haus as an example of the work taking place toward the preservation of historic buildings.
Returning to Bad Windsheim we took a long walk through the tree-shaded grounds of the Kur Park north of the train station. This is a typical rehabilitation center used by the German health care system for people recovering from a stay in the hospital but still needing some care.
We had our final supper in Bad Windsheim at the Sommerer Cafe where we had also had our first supper of our stay.
Monday, June 19: Had an earlier breakfast and had packed our luggage even earlier so we said our goodbyes to Fred and Linda, the managers of the Pastorius Haus and were at the train station by 9 a.m. We made all the train connections and by 11:30 a.m. were starting on the last, 90 minute, leg of our trip to the Frankfurt Airport. In our compartment we met - no, wrong words, we saw a man very unlike most Germans we have met. He was a caricature of a rude middle-aged German business man that I recall reading and hearing about in American magazines. He was sitting in one of two seats by the window we had reserved the day before, and were marked as such by the German Rail. He had his food spread out on the other seat we had reserved and his briefcase on a third seat in the five-seat compartment. Celia and I decided not to make an issue of it and ate our brown-bag lunch we had brought along and chatted quietly with each other -- much more quietly than his conversations with whomever he called on his cell phone periodically. Oh, well! I'm glad he was not our first encounter with a German. Our first such encounter with a German was with a young lady on the train in 1989 from Frankfurt to Freiburg who was most gracious, helpful, considerate and kind, and made us feel welcome in Germany.
At the Frankfurt airport we found the section of the street where hotels picked up their guests. We learned that the shuttle to the Astron Hotel came every 20 minutes. We caught a ride, checked into the hotel, and enjoyed our more spacious room and enjoyed our "after 6 p.m." supper.
Watching CNN on the T.V. was a pleasant experience we had not had the past two weeks.
Tuesday, June 20: We asked for a wake-up call at 4:30 and set our alarm for 4:30 a.m. as well, but we were both awake shortly after 4 a.m. and packing our luggage by the appointed hour of 4:30. Breakfast, checkout, hotel shuttle to the airport, security check, walking to the appropriate gate, boarding the plane and the eight and a half hour flight to Chicago were all routine and without problems. In Chicago things began to fall apart. Partly because of the weather, our flight to St. Louis was postponed an hour, then another hour, then changed to leave 30 minutes earlier. We finally got in the air after waiting in a line of a dozen planes to take off. Upon arriving in St. Louis, we called Carl and Elaine to let them know we had arrived. Carl came to get us; by calling him on his cell phone as he got closer to the airport, we were able to meet him at the spot where you normally park for three minutes to drop off people for departing flights. Within the three minutes we were in the van and headed home.
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