Flying To Lunch

Not us.  Obviously.  

I mean G is a Superheroine for putting up with me, but she can't fly.  My superpower seems to be Angst and I can't fly either.  Our friend M from Bayern though has a pilot's license.  And he flew up to visit.

And so we went out to lunch & chatted and enjoyed catching up with each other.

I didn't have much of an appetite and wanted to split a Flammkuchen with G.  However, "chutney" has no place on a Flammkuchen.  None whatsoever.  Especially when it was more like marmelade.  And spread exactly as thick as I would have done with a slice of toasted Mother's Pride when I was 8.

And afterwards, back to the airport. You see him here beginning his preparations for his flight home.

It would be so cool to be able to do this.