Somnambulism

I'm sitting in Portland waiting for my flight to Frankfurt. Nothing feels real this morning. Walking through the airport, handing my passport to the official people, boarding the small jet to Portland. I kept expecting a big burly Customs guy to grab me by the shoulder and escort me out, laughing at my attempt to finally go abroad. But, it hasn't happened. They just made an announcement in German. Au Weidersein.