Is it really Monday?

Let's talk about Saturday and Sunday, first. We had a slight delay out of Detroit to Frankfurt. This delay proved to have been a good thing for us. Our 5:05 p.m. flight was delayed until after 7:00 p.m. We were assured that they could make up the time in the air and that we would make our connections.

There is no need to talk about the turbulence (which was remarkable) since we can talk about the next leg of our journey. Who would have believed that Frankfurt, Germany would have enough snow on the ground (and also in surrounding areas) to cause thousands of passengers to miss connecting flights. Not only did we miss our original flight, but also our second booked flight, only to be told that no flights would be taking off on Sunday to Vienna (and at least a half-dozen other cities).
What do you do when no planes are taking off, you get directed to the train station. Yes, the suggestion was that we take a Plane-Train to Vienna.

Off we went, in search of someone to help us continue our journey. Several thousand other passengers were in search of the same person. We caught a break - we were directed to Group Ticketing. At 10:26 a.m. we were told that we had been re-booked on the 11:00 a.m. flight, but that clearly we weren't going to make that, were we?  First of all, how were we to know that we had been rebooked? Second of all, how were we to know that flights were again taking off for Vienna? We were directed upstairs to another Group Booking area.

At 10:33 a.m. we were logged in and given a "take a number" kind of number.  We were "3169" and they were someplace in the low "3120s" when we got settled with other stranded passengers. Lufthansa kept the snack cart well-stocked so people were not going to suffer from hunger or thirst.  But the wait was wearing on everyone.

At 1:45 our number was called. By now we were friendly with other stranded passengers, each rooting on the other, hoping someone was getting good news. We met a very competent Lufthansa agent named Bradley. By 3:15 he had us re-ticketed all the way to Sibiu. We would fly to Munich and then to Sibiu!

Our flight from Frankfurt to Munich.

Our flight from Munich to Sibiu. We drove so long to get out to the plane that it felt like we were driving to Romania. It was cold and windy, but we knew that we were just a few hours away from our final destination.

Bradley, with Lufthansa, did well by us. We occupied 8 of 9 of the Exit Row seats.

After 30 hours of travel, we arrived in Sibiu, Romania early Monday morning. We were greeted by our guide from Carpathian Tours, Sebastian and driven to our hostel, Hanul Vestem in the ASTRA Museum.

Our mini-bus. We'll be traveling with this vehicle on Thursday morning for our excursion to Bran and Sighisoara.

After everyone was settled into their rooms (the accommodations are very nice), the pockets were emptied of all the collected Boarding Passes for this "day" of travel!

Now let's talk about Monday!