We went out for an early morning walk to try to combat the total lack of movement we’ll be enduring while crammed into our seats for the more than 11-hour trek back to Phoenix later today.

Klaus told us of a foot and bike path that runs along the Nidda River and even volunteered to wake early with us so we could get a short 10km (6 miles) walk in before breakfast.

It’s simply beautiful out here. If nothing else about our time spent in Germany this year, we learned that we’ve never invested enough in exploring the points between here and there on foot.

When we were on our way back to Haus Engelhardt, we made an effort to pass Speisekammer, where I inquired about what time they opened. Seeing we had to head to the airport at 12:30, we could hardly eat here one more time if they didn’t open until 11:30 or later, but luck would have it that they open at 11:00, so it seemed settled that we’d just have to take up some seats as their first customers of the day.

Handkäs mit Musik with farmers’ bread because I can never have enough of this stuff when on pilgrimage in this city on the Main River.

Frankfurter grüne Sauce mit gekochten Eiern und Petersilienkartoffeln with a glass of Apfelwein is the only way to indulge the senses right up to the last minute before racing to the airport. See ya later, Frankfurt.

There’s a small town out there near the middle of the photo at the water’s edge called Dalvik, and the little island in front of it is Hrisey. What a great day to be flying.

This is Greenland because it’s not Antarctica, and no, it’s not the North Pole either because the ice and snow float on the sea because there’s no continent up there, remember?

I can’t believe this incredible view we’re being offered from around 35,000 feet above sea level.

The Labrador Sea, where I cannot see a polar bear running across the ice no matter how close I look.

Looks like Wyoming to me; we must be close to home.

And then here we are soon to touch down in this arid place in the desert we call home.