Happy Mix

DAY 6

I'm back home now, unpacked, and ready to crash. Even though I slept for about 8 hours on the 12-hour flight from Munich to L.A., I'm still "not up to snuff." (That's a slang phrase they use in Paris for "not feeling well.") And I'll be back in the air in a week to start my holiday travels.

The end of the trip is fairly anti-climactic. Apart from terrorists taking over the plane with mascara, toothpaste, and pudding, there's not much else that would make it anything but.

Anyhow... the last day...

Sylvia was getting sick, and we were both tired from our night wanderings, so we had a very quiet trip to Charles de Gaulle. We waited in a tedious line for the one security scanner, and then found out the Lufthansa lounge was before security. So back out we went.

The lounge did not have any cereal, which I was craving, but it did have Happy Mix. Happy Mix! How delightful. Like a vase of flowers, I didn't eat any, but I was glad it was there.

Turns out the Happy Mix portended future events in the Lufthansa lounge...