I'm back in the Vaterland after a productive week and a family weekend. Once again I can nuzzle my babies' lovely soft hair when I kiss them good night. Thank goodness.
My multi-flight trip to Ventura from SFO via LAX for my grandma's birthday was completely uneventful, as was my flight back to Munich. My grandma is in great shape for 90 and we even saw a few whales.
The biggest excitement was what I think of as 'The Nun Blowing Machine' at SFO security.
A bit of background on this: I gather nuns can't be searched like the rest of us and they also wear rather voluminous garments so they're a potential security hazard. The comprimise between religious expression and national security is to run them through a big expensive machine that jets air up their skirts and does a chemical analysis - just in case they're fake terrorist nuns with bombs.
You can't be too careful.
Anyway, I got to watch 4 scandalized Spanish brides of Christ clutch their flying wimples and make their way through the machine.
The hills were alive with the sound of squealing nuns.
Think Marilyn Monroe with billowing skirt meets Mother Superior from the Sound of Music and you've got the full visual.
It was surreal.
Not to mention pretty sad that we need a $500,000 machine to check nuns for bombs.