it turns out, march ended on a rough note. after that saturday night in potsdam, my lungs gave up on me. on monday, at work, i was short of breath, and i felt pretty crappy. so, i dropped in at the doctor after work, ’cause hey, it’s free!!!!! thanks to my socialized health care! [not that i don’t pay monthly for my insurance, but my subsequent doctors trips are frei, and i pay about 1/2 as much as my american health insurance costs.] it turns out, my cold/allegeries had devolved into full blown bronchitis. my american self was like, “but i can go to work tomorrow right? i’ll just be coughing?” my doctor laughed at me, and said, “no no no. you’ll be out the whole week.” i thought she was crazy. turns out, she’s omniscient. i was down for the count. ruh roh shaggy. so there i was, alone, coughing, and crying on the couch, watching WAY too much internet television. also, it was iranian new years. the first one that i’ve ever had to spend alone. but i did right by my haftseen!
[and yes, those are painted paper fish. i can’t stomach the idea of getting live fish, having them live a bowl for a couple of weeks, and then die because i don’t have a tank/water filtration system for them. ]
then, pops decided to come and visit! so, as he’s known to do, he handed out three days notice, and then i was taking the train to tegal to pick him up! then, as a bonus, my first back at work in a week, i was greeted with a box of goodies from vermont friends!
pops as sherpa, carrying my 8kilo sewing machine to the shop to get repaired. i carried it by myself last time, and was thus comfortable taking a cab this time around, but pops would have non of it.
we took a berlin “feel good” tour of the wwll monuments, the wall, etc.
on his last day here, the weather cooperated, it was sunny, gorgeous, and sunday. the best day in berlin. flohmarkts!!! his visit ended with a trip to a delicious iranian restaurant.