Chris was possibly even worse the next morning.
Bloodshot, drenched in sweat. Sick.
Naturally, he did not want breakfast.
I went down to the breakfast buffet at 7:30 to find Car Deal guy. He was not there yet, but I saw Shipcollector. Shipcollector was going to head off in another direction by train, so the fellowship of the car rental was breaking up.
He and I shared breakfast, and chatted over coffee. He is a very charming man, and I always enjoy talking with him.
But we were finished eating, and still no Car Deal guy. Shipcollector went off to check out, and get ready to meet his train.
I was trying to decide whether to call in to Car Deal guy’s room.
More ship people came by, though. There was greetings, a little more coffee drinking.
I asked people if they had seen Car Deal guy. No one had, and I just couldn’t tell if it would be appropriate to call his room.
Finally, at 10:00, I called.
He was asleep! but he thanked me for waking him before they cleared away breakfast, and rushed down to get some food.
I had a few more bites, and more coffee. We discussed ship things, and I told him Chris was still sick.
Here’s the thing. Our plane flew out at 8:30 PM that evening. Car Deal guy flew out the next morning, so he had a hotel room near the airport.
We had a day to kill. BEFORE the illness, the plan was to do a little sightseeing together. But now, that seemed out of the question. Car Deal guy was very sympathetic, and even offered to let Chris sleep in his hotel room until we had to leave for the airport. What a guy!
In the end, we asked the hotel there in Kassel if we could check out late, and Chris was able to sleep a couple more hours. He was much recovered, and we took off at 1.
It’s sort of amazing to me. Chris and I are special to each other. I suppose it’s the same with many husbands and wives (which we are preparing to be). Spouses can be less guarded with each other.
So, while Chris was limp and tired and pathetic while lying in bed in our hotel room, somehow he got some starch in him for the trip to Frankfurt. They way he’d been, i thought he might just prop himself against the side and semi-snooze.
But he sat up, consulted the map and discussed ships and directions the whole way. Miraculous. By the time we got to Car Deal guy’s hotel (one that Chris and I had stayed in when we were there last), he didn’t need to lay down.
What he DID need was food. No breakfast and no dinner the night before meant he needed some fuel. So we sat in the hotel lobby cafe and talked. We didn’t leave for the airport until 6:30.
Our flight was to Copenhagen. We were going to stay the night at the hilton hotel there, and then take off in the morning. Tomorrow’s flight would be back to Helsinki, then on to New York, and finally to Los Angeles.
But today, we merely needed to check in, get on the flight, and walk to our hotel.
Unfortunately, Chris deflated somewhat when we were alone again. I propped him up in a cushy chair with a ginger ale and went off to find some internet. It was the journey back, and that is when the pull of all the home things starts. What’s in my email now?
We made the flight no problem, quick trip to Copenhagen. It was about 10 when we got to Copenhagen. We only needed to find the hotel and crawl into bed.
But Chris was hungry. We passed all the usual airport food on on the way to the hotel. Chris thought we could do better. “Airport food is too expensive.We might as well get room service”
The hotel was beautiful. We settled put all our bags down and consulted room service. Room Service hours ended at 10:30.
NOW Chris was starving. We walked back to the airport, remembering a Burger King there.
Burger King was closed.
Everything was closed.
This is a reason to always always always pack a big supply of cliff bars for any journey.
I had eaten on the plane, and was not so hungry. But Chris’s brain was short-circuited.
I tried to come up with alternatives:
“Baby, we can just order the room service. It’s not THAT expensive.”
“They close at 10:30. It’s too late.”
“I bet they will have something.”
He couldn’t believe that nothing in the airport was open, and that there was nothing nearby. It was as if he knew it was true while at the same time thinking it COULDN”T be true.
I made him go back to the hotel room.
“You rest here. I’m done with you.”
“You just stay here. I’ll handle it.”
I went down to the bar in the lobby, hoping I could talk them into giving us some room service. In the end, they gave me a hamburger with all the sides (a meal in itself!) to take up to the room.
I came back with a big plate of burger. Chris ate at last.
“You came back so fast, I thought you were going to say you couldnt’ get anything.”
“No, I’m taking care of you. You needed food.”
So we split the plate and then watched some TV to unwind after our day.
“Too bad we can’t enjoy this room very much. It’s really nice.”
“Good night, baby. Get good sleeps.”
“Good night….You got the wake-up call?”
“Yes, don’t worry.”
“thank you. Good night.”