Well, we made it to Wroclaw, but barely.
The long-haul flight to Munich was, well, long. B only slept 2 of the 8 hours and 19 minutes of the flight. We were hoping for at least 5 or 6 hours. The flight was very bumpy, which is slightly disconcerting when you are flying high over the Atlantic. Oh, and the reading lights didn't work.
Our layover in Munich was not fun. We spent our 1h 20min trying to figure out which Lufthansa line to stand in to get our boarding passes for Augsburg Airlines. 5 lines later and 50 minutes later, sweating bullets and being near tears (me), we jumped the line and barged our way to the counter (there was no way we would get our tickets otherwise).
We got our tickets and then we ran....as fast as we could. It was just like the movies. Our flight was leaving from gate G83 (!). Did I say it was just like the movies. I pushed B in the stroller and Clay ran with the roller backpack. Then we heard last boarding call for our flight. Yikes, still more gates to run. Then we hear them calling our names (Carter passengers, please report to the podium). We had to run down these stairs and we were yelling "We're here, we're here!" without knowing how much farther our gate was. It was at the bottom of the stairs. We made it!
And a short flight later, we landed in Wroclaw, Poland. I've never been happier to get somewhere in my life. My parents were there to greet us (they'd arrived an hour earlier). Here are the shots as we got off the (we had to take a bus from the plane to the terminal). Oh, and B decided to sleep as soon as we landed in Poland.
