sorry for the loooong delay. i lost the camera cord for a while there…
but on with the story. as anyone who knows me can attest, i h.a.t.e. flying. it freaks me out. my dearest and most darling of husbands, found us a great deal on our summer time europe tickets, the only hitch being, they involve a layover, and one of them is 22 hours. [more on that later] i have tried to explain to him that direct flights are the only way to get me someplace, and that 22 hours is really just going to needlessly prolong the agony for both us, but he persevered and i agreed to go.
the night before we left from newark there were epic thunderstorm, house shaking, flash bulb explosions. the mister kindly stayed up late with me playing boggle to try and distract me. also, i took lots of xanax.
but, we made it. obviously. i won’t say there weren’t tears in amsterdam, threats of not getting on the connecting flight, but we touched down in a grey, drizzly, dreary berlin. I DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i got to walk down a flight of stairs onto the tarmac, which was pretty cool, and i could appreciate once we landed. alive. in berlin. as our friend marcus said upon our arrival, “let’s just agree that you didn’t come to germany for the weather.”
after driving us home [his home, our home away from home], the four of sat down for a delicious breakfast of egg scramble, nutella toast, strawberries. the rest of the day is a hazy blur, culminating in our going to the soho house berlin for dinner, being served by “the hottest man alive” [so dubbed by eddie, and agreed upon by us ladies]