Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Unless you live in a cave, you will know by now that all air travel was ground to a halt throughout Europe after an Icelandic volcano violently erupted. Fortunately I was bright enough to book us on an Iceland Air flight from Frankfurt to New York. For a week and a half, Mariana and I watched the news assuming that we were not going to make it back to the States in time for our highly anticipated visit to friends in New York. That was until we woke up on the Thursday morning of our departure and learned that Frankfurt International had finally opened up all of their outgoing flights. Next thing we knew, we were boarding a flight bound for Rekyavik, flying over an active volcano, and then finally landing safely at JFK. We felt so fortunate to have made it back the States safely, but I had no idea just how fortunate we were until I read the news the next morning. Iceland had just closed down their main airport indefinitely.