Despite getting to our room just after 8:00PM, neither of us slept very well and by 4AM, decided we may as well head over to the airport for breakfast. My plan was to take a taxi back to the First Class Terminal and be pampered and driven to our Nice flight. For whatever reason, Mrs. SFO decided that this was not a good plan and insisted that we just go the regular terminal and one of the First Class Lounges. Husbands will understand that it is sometimes pointless to argue with your spouse, regardless of how misguided their thinking may be. This morning was one of those occasions. I knew the experience would be hell and I decided to let her learn. Although the premium security line was not that bad, everyone seemed to be in total cavity search mode this morning. It took 30 minutes to escape security as they double and triple checking almost everything with a wire or chip. At that point, Mrs. SFO realized that she had made a big mistake and agreed that she would never again question my plan at any airport.
We finally arrived at the A Terminal First Class Lounge and were welcomed despite technically not qualifying for admission since we had arrived in First the day before. An explanation of the cancellations from yesterday was all it took.
Time for breakfast in the dining room.
At around T-30, we bid adieu to the lounge staff and headed out to walk to our gate... where Mrs. SFO quickly realized again the error of her insistence of going to the main terminal... Euro gate lice. She again apologized and insisted she would never again question my airport decisions. LOL.
Frankfurt-Nice
Lufthansa 1058
A321
7:30A-9:00A (sked)
8:20A-9:50A (actual)
December 28, 2014
Seats 3DF
How do Europeans put up with the crap their airlines call Business Class? And Lufthansa really flies this A321 on 4 hour flights to Tel Aviv??
Very consciencious Flight Attendant even swept up the laid-down-to-prevent-sliding-sand brought on board by passengers.
But what a gong show with getting out this morning. Either Frankfurt doesn't see much snow or this is one really challenged ground team. Sure, let's send de-icing trucks to each gate instead of having an efficient de-icing area like Denver or Montreal. And sitting in these miserable seats for close to three hours is not my idea of fun. We finally took off at 8:20A. Ugh.
This morning's continental breakfast. I just took it for the photo op.
We finally arrived to a gloriously sunny +10C/50F morning on the Cote d'Azur.
Where miraculaously, our HON tagged bag was the first to come onto the carousel.
We headed out into the arrivals hall of Terminal 1 to pick up our minivan and head out for the short drive to Eze. It was only then when I discovered that it is sometimes a good idea to research a new airport. Despite being the international terminal, there are absolutely no signs for rental cars and no rental car counters here. Turns out they are all located in Terminal 2. And where is that? Out the door to the left. OK, how hard can that be? How about two miles away. It was not until we were a third of the way there that I discovered that there were shuttle buses between the two terminals. And then there is French signage. I love this country, but what is it with signs. Someone had to be playing with us by posting conflcting signs to Terminal 2. Well, we finally got to the Rental Car Centre but only after seeing the single tiny sign in an obscure location. Five minutes at the Avis counter and up the elevator to our... Renault. LOL. This is going to be fun.
