Little did I know it then, but this was the flight where I was to be separated from my luggage, which finally arrived from Frankfurt two days later at our hotel in Baden-Baden. This was good for me but especially for those anywhere in the immediate vicinity of the shirt I had had to wear for three days. Also, I went to the spa in boxer briefs, which my own internal vanity engine may never allow me to live down. Actually, they stood out only for being slightly longer and embellished with fewer racing stripes than typical European bathing attire.
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