How’s this for romantic?

This week-end, my sweet girlfriend flew over from the UK for a week-end at my place in Hamburg. It’s always so wonderful when we can spend some time together and I relish every second I can spend with her. We had a lovely time, doing little bar talking and eating foods we like. It was grey and cold outside but warm, cozy and oh, so lovely inside!

Come Sunday evening, we had our normal, sad task of me dropping her off at the airport. We both hate this so much and have joked about how lovely it would be if something happening to make her miss her flight. This time, however, it actually happened. A fairly small crash had blocked the access road to the airport in a place where I couldn’t turn around and after sitting in a traffic jam for half an hour, we were too late for her to check in. An hour later and €80 poorer, we set back off to my place, with a little problem: I had to fly to Paris for the day, yesterday, and I would have to leave her alone for the day. I wouldn’t even be able to get back home in time to take her to the airport. The dream of us having an extra day didn’t really work out.

Hamburg Airport - A gates

So, off I went yesterday morning, saying a tearful goodbye to her at 5:30am and made my way to the airport. We exchanged sweet SMSes and had a few Skype chats during the day. I missed her so much already and was already longing for the next time we’d meet. My trip home should have been at the same time as she flew out, but when I landed, I got an excited SMS:

Have you just landed, sweetheart? Just saw an Air France plane go by… Ours isn’t here yet! xxx

My girlfriend’s plane hadn’t arrived yet and I was at the airport! Could we maybe catch a few seconds together? The bus from the plane was slow and took a tortuous route around the airport and I was sure I’d miss her and then, I arrived at the other end of the airport from her. I dashed across the airport as fast as my heels would allow me (I was dressed in my full corporate look) and she was there!

We couldn’t actually meet because my girlfriend lives in the UK and was already through passport control¹, but we stood, separated by a glass partition, talking excitedly on the our phones. Gosh, it was lovely!!! Those few extra minutes felt like a gift from the gods, a stolen time where every second was priceless!

I drove home with a bitter-sweet smile on my face. She was gone again and I was missing her terribly, but we had those few extra minutes. Oh, how they counted, how they helped!

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1. For those that don’t live in Europe, the EU’s split into two zones, the Schengen countries and the non-Schengen countries. Travel in the Schengen zone is done without passports, but the UK is outside of the Schengen zone so one has to go into special parts of the airport to catch flights for there and these are behind passport control. [↩]

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