Tuesday and Wednesday, June 5th and 6th.
Our flights were thankfully uneventful. A late arrival from Chicago to Frankfurt meant we had to hustle a bit, but we made it to the gate for our connecting flight just in time for boarding. But apparently after the announcement that the flight was full and only one carry-on per passenger would be permitted. As we were boarding, a gate agent pulled us aside and told us we had to check our rollerboard because we also each had a backpack.
In our sleep-deprived delirium, we briefly tried to sort out whether we could consolidate backpacks and hang on to our rollerboard, which had all of our camera and video equipment in it. But we ended up just leaving the rollerboard with the agent, giving me something to obsess about for the next eight and a half hours. From Frankfurt to Addis, pretty much all I thought about was whether we'd ever see that bag again. Or if we'd be documenting our meeting L for the first time with an iPhone.
Thankfully, the rollerboard arrived safe and sound. As we left the airport terminal, I was struck by a wonderful fragrance. At that point I hadn't yet figured out what it is, but Addis smells amazing. (At night, anyway, haha.) The temperature was near-perfect and there was just enough humidity to make everything feel silky.
We got to the hotel, checked in, and went up to the bar for a beer. We were finally there, and I was teeming with excitement.
After we drank our beer and went back to our room, I popped an Ambien and we went to bed. Brad enjoyed (maybe a little too much) recounting the hilarity that resulted from my combining beer and Ambien. I have no recollection of any of it, so he might just be making it all up.
But, in any event, I slept like a baby and woke the next morning refreshed and anxious to finally meet our boy.