Man, did I LOVE that song when I was a boy, though I only heard the Peter, Paul, and Mary version then, and much later realized John Denver was the writer and sang it better. The PPM version is harmonized and takes away some of the sadness of the tune, which Denver wrote sitting in National Airport in D.C. and thinking about all of his traveling -- that great vision of bags by the door, awaiting a taxi, and the coming sense of missing home.
Well, last night I finished shoving my clothes into a suitcase, and Wifey is about done, too. We thought we might share one checked bag, to lessen schlepping, but realized 14 days probably requires we each have our own. I felt better about our choice when I spoke to Eric, FAR better organized than I, who admitted that he and Dana also are checking 2 suitcases.
So I pre-ordered an Uber to be here at 5, to MIA around 6, and plenty of time for the crapshow that is Memorial Day Weekend there -- turns out MIA is a Top 5 busiest US airport for MD. The boarding passes show our gate is near the Centurion Lounge, where we like to begin journeys, and Eric and Dana are coming to MIA an hour or so after us. They're flying Delta, and are on the other side of the airport, and will likely do their pre flight lounging in either Turkish or a Delta Lounge. Hopefully we muster for our welcome champagne in Budapest Saturday evening.
D1 sent a video of Baby Man dancing at his pre school, and Wifey and I miss him and his brother already, and we haven't even left for the airport yet. They are truly the cherries on top of the ice cream sundaes of our life.
Wifey and I were both awake early today, and talked about our lives and marriage. We agreed we BOTH have quirks and annoyances, and when we can laugh about them, all is fine. Wifey gets a kick out of my OCD behaviors "checking for incoming mail, overbuying cleaning supplies, making us arrive EARLY for everything, etc..." I am guilty as charged. Wifey is a bit more prickly about being called on her, um, neurodiverse behaviors, and that's ok. I come from one parent who was VERY chill -- my mother. Neither of Wifey's parents were at all chill...I always commend her on not being even MORE messed up...
So we'll be in Europe for Memorial Day -- I'm guessing there won't be any "Thank you, Yanks!" signs about. I plan to summon the spirits of my forefathers and foremothers who lived for centuries in countries adjoining those we'll be visiting. Budapest to Czernovitz is less than 500 miles.
Our family chat was sad yesterday -- mostly about the terrorist murder of the 2 young Israelis in D.C. Some of us opined that they never thought we may have to leave the US in our lifetimes, but things may, in fact, become tough for our people. I joked that I would check on real estate prices in Budapest, Vienna, and Prague -- Wifey immediately said "No cold countries for me!"
So I guess it would be back to the future for her -- temperate Haifa -- where she was born. The good news is most Israelis speak English, so I wouldn't have to be like those sad 70 year old Cuban men who were exiled after Castro and came to the US speaking only Spanish. I can learn to say "Stoli martini, please" in Hebrew, if need be.
Jonathan's family understands the impermanence of family homes all too well. His grandma Judy had a great childhood in the Czechoslovakia, until her mother had to hide her in a Budapest convent to survive WW II. Then she found a home in Venezuela, and loved her life there, until the bastard Maduro made living there untenable, too.
Wifey's parents had great childhoods in Poland until they didn't. The decision to emigrate to the US was a quality of life one -- both my suegros had family here, and life in late 50s Israel was pretty tough. My father in law never really felt comfortable here -- looking back, as an Independence War veteran, he probably would have had an easier life in Israel. But my mother in law Rachel NEVER liked Israel -- too many bad memories, including the stillborn son she had 4 years before Wifey was born.
So who knows? I sure hope we get to stay -- after 3 generations, I really love the USA. I hope they keep loving me and mine.
But for now, the 777 300 ER awaits, and a hopefully fine fortnight along and near The Danube. I hear Richard Strauss playing in my head already...