After almost a year, I could finally go flying. And it was a very special flight for me...
250 hours. 250 more than everyone said I was going to have. I finally put the first big number behind me, and now only money stands between me and that commercial license... of course it's a lot of money, but it's the least of obstacles now, and my hours are there, each and every one a life's dream fulfilled.
I had missed her so much, 825, my big girl... and EDFE, my real home in Europe as an adopted Texan with German roots (and passport). I also missed EDDM, with its charm and easiness, and EDDF, looking lonely and cut up with its 18-36 closed and its terminals empty...
But we're slowly and surely coming back.
I went to some great little grass strips at Mainz and Idar-Oberstein, and I saw @avrora flying again in Tallinn and posting to her Instagram, which lifted up my emotions.
And July will bring back 49Z, my little Cessna, my winged love.
The first 250 are there. Let's see how many more will come! I am home again, among the blue and the clouds.
Oh, yeah, that's EDFE from the Lufthansa A320 taking me back to MUC, first time I get to see it from a jet, one of the many we always see crossing the sky above our little planes and our runways; it was the first time I got to fly this departure as a passenger in 5 years!
And this one is the (bad) attempt at a second photo of EDDF, which is around the bottom of the window frame.
825 after her rubdown (summer goes on for unauthorized invertebrate traffic, and half the bugs in central Germany decided to impact her wings), you can see the empty cleaning fluid bottle, my backpack and my headset pouch. Lovely lady, 46 years old and more beautiful than ever!
