Remember that story I told about how we all got stuck in the snow? Yeah, well, apparently it wasn’t a once in a lifetime experience. On the night that we went to Delirium it began to snow. and snow. and snow. When we left the bar the cars were sliding all over the roads, by the time we made it back down to Rob and Lindsey’s house it was getting pretty deep. Driving on the main roads weren’t too much of a problem, as the city was keeping them plowed. Our back roads were, yet again, an entirely different matter. To cut a long story short, we got stuck. Again. But this time I had my wits about me enough to at least snap a few photos. But the story only gets better…
The next morning I woke up as excited as can be- not only was it Christmas Eve but G was flying in that day from Canada (where he had been for work). I hadn’t seen him since Thanksgiving and was excited to have the hubbo around for a bit. Unfortunately, after checking my email, I found out that Glenn had been experiencing a few trials of his own.
First his flight was bumped a day (he originally was supposed to arrive on the 23rd).
Then his flight got canceled.
They put him on another flight, but that one ended up getting delayed.
When he got to London he found out that the Brussels airport was closed down due to the weather.
So they flew him to Rotterdam, Netherlands instead and bussed him down to Brussels.
We couldn’t pick him up in Brussels because our car was stuck, so he had to take a train down to us.
Then the first two trains don’t show up (and did I mention that everything is in French? My husband doesn’t speak any french).
He finally gets on a train but that train doesn’t stop at our station. It stopped at the one before and then the one after, but apparently decided not to do the one in the middle.
He then proceeds to stand out in the freezing snowy weather for an hour and a half waiting for the taxi to arrive.
FINALLY the taxi comes and drops him off at a predesignated corner where Dad and I meet up with him and break the bad news- we have to hike the last mile and a half through 3 foot drifts with his luggage. But hey! at least we brought you a hat! And boots!
By the time the poor guy gets into the house he had been traveling for more than 30 hours, had taken a plane, train, bus, and a taxi, and had his plans changed 6 times. Oh, and the boy was hungry.
BUT- he made it in time for Christmas, and isn’t that what matters in the long run?
This is us hiking back to the house.
The next morning the guys tramped off to try to get the car unstuck. This was not successful- in the end Rob and Linds had to get a farmer pull it out with his tractor. But that was 4 days later and a whole different story.
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