Got to the airport in plenty of time. We saw three birds perching on the replica of the Wright brothers' glider in the Charlotte-Douglas lobby. Sarah and Patrick in good moods, pleased at all the new things around them and at the prospect of travel. Carol is pleased that no disruptions of the plans have occurred yet. She read my mind as we passed a shoeshine stand in the airport and urged me to stop there and rejoin the family at the gate later. I felt great afterwards, walking with a spring in my step, really. Strange how a little thing can lift one's mood. I'd been worried that my German wouldn't be good enough to get by, but I'll just flash my shiny shoes to get respect.