Merry Olde England

Our trip back to England was rather uneventful, thank goodness. We headed out of Hannover on the train and arrived in Bremen just before 2:00 p.m. After getting oriented and obtaining information from the tourist office at the bahnhof (train station), we set off for the middle of town. On the way, a certain librarian I know refreshed my memory of the story of the Bremen Town Musicians, and we saw many reminders of the tale as we wound our way toward the town square.

We had been advised about some restaurants along the river that would give us a straight shot to the airport, so eventually we settled on a Mexican place and spent a leisurely hour enjoying our enchiladas and people-watching. A low-key bike ride along the riverbank completed this part of our "tour" of Bremen, and as the sky clouded up we headed across the bridge to find the road to the airport. Just as we crossed to the far side, the rain started. We were lucky enough to be right next to a building that had a large overhang which we found ourselves sharing with an old lady and two young men on bicycles. The old lady was very concerned for their welfare, since they were wearing tank tops and the rain was rather cold. We all managed to communicate, even though they spoke no English, and our knowledge of German hadn't expanded much beyond the words for left and right.

When the rain stopped we found the airport and had plenty of time to pack up the bikes and organize ourselves. Since EasyJet doesn't assign seats, it was good that we were there in plenty of time. We got ourselves in line, checked in and went to the gate to await a flight that ended up being about an hour delayed. We texted John and Bev, who were picking us up on the other end, and settled in for the wait.

We will admit we were tired when we got off the plane, a fact that John and Bev will back up. In fact, apparently we looked done in. They got us safely home, and we sketched out a plan for Monday.