
on friday, our 27th anniversary, my husband came home and had scarcely an hour between a domestic trip, a full day of work, a half-decent night's sleep and a plane that he was due to catch at 0 dark thirty the next morning. now. mind you. 27 years is a reasonable amount of time to be married, and it had occurred to me, sometime on friday, that maybe we ought not take this for granted. not that we ever do, honestly (part of what makes a marriage work, don't you think?). we seldom go away (twice? for a short weekend?) for anniversaries...actually, in the beginning, we were almost always at a hardware store on our anniversary (military lifestyle alert), and - later - we have seemed to be celebrating graduations, end of school term, etcetera etcetera...well, an anniversary in early June can be a mythic beast. but... anyhow, upon explaining this dilemma to my husband (which didn't take as much time as i have spent explaining it to you, now), he said: maybe you can go with me? [this is not what i thought he would say (i was not thinking like that, i was thinking like this: can we ever get some time to just hang out together? perhaps, maybe, alone at a restaurant?) but what he did say was a fine thing for him to say]
and i said:
yes? really?
so, thanks to the fact that he flies often, and this summer seems to have a few airline seats left open, and he had chosen an unusual (for him) route to get to work (trying to save money on ticket to a meeting in Germany)...
we found ourselves having coffee in the airport in Zurich on Saturday morning.
i can tell you this: the Zurich airport is a beautiful thing.