ἡ μὲν ὁδός χαλεπός, τὸ δὲ τέλα ἀγαθά

Seeing how smoothly everything has been going, it seems almost inevitable that there was going to be a breakdown somewhere.

In particular, our flight from Athens to Prague left over an hour behind schedule, which caused us to miss our connecting flight to Paris.

Czech Airlines was very helpful, though we still had a two-hour wait to pick up our luggage; all remaining flights to Paris were full, so the airline put us up at the local four-star hotel for the night free of charge and rescheduled our connecting flight from Prague to Paris to 10 AM tomorrow morning. (There was a 7 AM flight, but my dad thought it was better to get more rest.) Considering that a number of flights were canceled at Heathrow Airport the day before we left London because of fog and all the airlines appeared to do was hand out blankets for passengers to sleep under, it's quite possibly one of the best outcomes in regards to the circumstances.

On a lighter note, my dad kept trying to steal the cream puff that Czech Airlines gave me for dessert on our Athens flight and made me laugh so hard I cried.

I find it ironic that we're spending an extra night in Prague after all -- déjà vu in a very literal sense, though it's colder than when we left and there's a little more snow on the ground. This does, however, cut our time in Paris down from three days to two and a half, but as long as we can visit the Louvre and see Marianne, it's mission accomplished for me.

'Though the road is rough, the ends are good.' There's nothing to be done but to take it all in stride.

. . . and you I shall see in three days and counting . . .