Peter's co-worker is on vacation in Denmark. After a couple extra days of paying $300 a night for a hotel room he and his family–they are referring to themselves as "volcano refugees"– are taking the train to Stockholm, then the ferry to Helsinki, where he can work and be back on Uncle Sam's dime. They are the only people I've ever heard of who are going to Helsinki to save money.
Peter's sister Nina was suppose to come visit us this week, but has now canceled, since her trip would only be a couple of days by the time she got here, if she could get here.
Peter's two other sisters, visiting France for the first time, are still "stuck" in Paris. I wonder what they are doing that they didn't think they had time to do? I'm sure they'll enjoy living in France.
Peter's flight to Berlin tomorrow has been canceled. A doc here from Kazakhstan en route to the conference is taking the train to Berlin–a thirty-hour ride. We were suppose to meet Peter in France next week-end.
People think the airports will open on Sunday afternoon. Like a volcano going off is on people time. This thing thinks in earth years. In 1851 it erupted off and on for two years. I'm not sure if we'll make it to France next week-end, or if we'll be taking a ship home this summer.
twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 
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