Day Thirtyone - Jun 28, 2017
Split, Croatia to Anchorage, Alaska
Daily Didactic
Three weeks in Eastside Europe ended the way these trips always do, with a long day of seats and layovers aimed at Anchorage. We had one last breakfast in Emilija's three story flat, coconut latte packets and the last of the watermelon at her little kitchen table, then stripped the floral quilt, shouldered our packs, and walked out into a Split that was barely awake. The old town stone streets were empty and cool at that hour, which is about the only time we've found them that way. A shuttle took us out past Kaštela, where a Croatia Airlines Dash-8 turboprop sat waiting on the apron for the short first leg to Munich. The coast and its red roofs slid away under the wing and that was Croatia, done. Munich was the long middle of the sandwich. We came down over Bavarian farm country into Flughafen München, found that swooping tent of a roof again, and killed the layover the only sensible way, with currywurst and fries under the Munich Airport Center and a long look at the airport's namesake balanced on a blue ball atop a pole, because Munich is weird and we mean that affectionately. From there it was Icelandair by way of Keflavík, Iceland's glaciers and lava fields scrolling past below, lupines along the taxiway, the seatback map counting down hours over the Canadian Arctic. Final approach came down over the coastal trail and the bluffs, an Economy helicopter hanging in the welcome-to-Alaska terminal, and fifty degree rain that felt, after a month of ninety degree heat, genuinely beautiful. Home.
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