A Mother’s Day tribute
Waiting at Ruzyně’s Terminal 2 last week, the children and I tried to maintain a semblance of calm. It was hard; we were all excited for my mother’s annual spring trip. She usually schedules a trip for late March, but her arrival this year in early May meant that we had an extra six weeks to build up anticipation. Unfortunately she missed a tight connection in Paris and spent an extra few hours waiting in Charles de Gaulle before catching the afternoon flight to Prague. That flight was then delayed and we had a good forty-five minutes to kill at the airport before her plane landed.