the flight

While in line for boarding, some Munich expats told me that there will be 14 tents holding 10000 people each! Small wonder that all the couch surfing couches are occupied! On the plane I met a very nice retired Dutch couple heading to Munich not for Oktoberfest, but rather to see a "Passion play" which seems to involve the re-enactment of Christ's life up to and including His resurrection. I've been taught that portraying a Messenger of God is a bad idea, so imagining this play freaked me out a bit (okay, even though I myself once posed as Christ, but that doesn't count since I didn't know that until after!) It was nice discussing religion with them, uniting on many fronts, except for the concept of being born in sin. What a dark cloud to begin your life under! I prefer the Baha'i concept of all men having been created noble. Got my veggie meal first, then heavy turbulence hit, leaving everyone but me fasting for another hour. Why is salad dressing larger by volume than my actual salad? What? The pilot announced that it's six celsius in Munich. No fair, it was 26 when I left Canada! Okay, up to 12 degrees at 9 am as we approach the runway. Sigh. I'm wiped out. Barely napped. Caught fragments of Letters to Julia and then Ironman2 between Faith talk. Touchdown! The pilot is a master, we could barely feel it; that deserves an applause. Thanks for not killing us all!