Mostly an Excuse for Pretty Pictures, Honestly

It took me a long time to get home. I had to get the car back to the airport for 9 (where they stiffed me for an extra $50 'airport tax') which I would have minded less had they told me at some point before I dropped the car back (they were, after all, sending me unsolicited marketing e-mails every few days...)

My flight wasn't until 11.30, so I had a fascinating couple of hours in MSP airport, then, having arrived at Chicago O'Hare at 12.55

I had hours to kill before my flight back to the UK at 7 p.m

I learned to my cost that although O'Hare has an enormous shopping mall in the domestic terminal, once you go through security in T5, the international terminal, there is absolutely sod all. You cannot even get a cup of coffee. There are about 3 tiny kiosks selling very sad shrinkwrapped sandwiches and bottled water, but that's it.

(Well, there is an intermittent kiosk selling very expensive beer, too)

Thankfully I had a couple of books and a chocolate chip cookie, but had I known I would have stayed in the terminal I arrived into (T3, I think it was) for a lot longer!

The flight home was uneventful (which is, i think, what one looks for in a flight!)

I enjoyed watching the sunset

And then, a couple of hours later, the Sunrise.

It really was rather lovely.

And later, it was good to be home.