“We are facing a technical issue. Please return to the lounge area.” The rather ominous announcement from the pilot evoked sleepy grunts. Reluctantly, everyone stumbled out into this remote section of Paris’s Charles De Gaulle Airport where our tiny aeroplane was waiting to take us to Stuttgart. At the small airport lounge, a worried passenger asks, “Do you think it’s because of the storm?” referring to the impending Storm Sabine. It probably was, I said. Some 45 minutes and a strong coffee later, we were back on the plane. With little shudders of turbulence now and then, and an extremely friendly cabin crew at our service, we made it to Stuttgart in the nick of time. Sabine hit Germany the next day. We watched her hurricane-like winds from the relative safety of our rooms, at the 230-year-old Traube Tonbach Hotel in Baiersbronn, in southern Germany’s Black forest region.