Monday, December 20, 2010

An aborted trip

An update:  After three days stuck in Heathrow airport, Beve's Finnish niece has been rescued and is now at a home in the English country-side awaiting her now booked flight back to Finland.  The long-planned Christmas trip here must be postponed. Not having had a shower nor bed for days, sleeping on the floor, she gained something of a world-wide community.  E and Beve talked to her last night and she was downright perky as she described the college students she'd been hanging out with, the one young woman who'd missed her wedding because of the icy runways, the sixteen-year-old who'd been given some money and told to go find somewhere to stay (imagine that child's worried parents!).  She was happy to talk to people she actually knew, but community had broken out among those strangers who were stuck from their hurry in traveling from point A to point B. 

But she also has a cold, is running a fever, and back home in Helsinki, there's been "Operation Rescue M from Heathrow" was moving full-steam ahead.  And thankfully, was a successful operation.  We can be nothing but thankful in the face of that.  Right?  Our own disappointment is nothing to knowing she's going to get home safely.  Her mom needs to see her face...sooner rather than later.  That's how I'd be feeling.  No question about it.  And her dad's been "all steamed up" over the whole thing, as Grampie told us about five time today after talking to him.  Grampie also used the phrase "hell-hole" several times in the conversation, which is a pretty odd thing to say about a first-world international airport.  War zones, third-world cities, any impoverished neighborhood might deserve that title, but Heathrow?

Anyway...Northern Lights is going home Wednesday, Grampie's 'just sick about it,' and we're all trying to figure out how we can kidnap her (and her sister for good measure!) in the summer.  Meanwhile our girls are back on their heels trying to figure out what to do with themselves for the next two weeks since their agenda has been buried in the snow in England.  I'm sure they'll figure it out soon enough, but they just have to mope a little for a day or two.

That's just the way it is...

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