Wilkommen in Berlin

We Made It!

We got to the airport with plenty of time to spare only to find out that our plane was to be delayed an hour and a half. Something about President Obama in our air-space. We ended up requiring a gate change and a delay of over two hours. Exhausted, I slept quite well on the plane, waking up only to disturbances such as “chicken pasta or rice?”.

Upon arrival in Berlin, we went through immigration quite smoothly, got our luggage and we were met outside by family friends.

Now mind you, I had things planned out. A general idea of what this trip would entail with a lot of specifics for the first day. We would obtain Euros, SIM cards, transport ticket, etc. Meeting family friends in the airport wasn’t part of the plan but who am I to deny them the pleasure of welcoming us to Berlin after an absence of twenty-one years. It was great to see them. We got cash and they came with us to our vacation rental. Familiar Berlin sights just popped up right and left. The victory column, the Brandenburg gate, and the Fersehnturm. Driving right across where the wall would have been was quite eerie though.

My plan was to settle into the apartment then go for an organized walking tour of the city which at this point didn’t seem so exciting with the rain pouring outside. So we welcomed instead our friends suggestion that we come home for lunch. They walked us over to Alexanderplatz where we bought SIM cards, a MI-FI, and our 7-day transport passes. I had decided that getting the welcome cards was not going to be worth the discounts for we would never make up our mind as to what to do.

On arrival “home” we were welcomed with Prosecco which promptly placed us into a slumber. We woke up shortly thereafter and ate a wonderfully delicious home cooked meal which only added fuel to the slumber party we subsequently had in their living room. We Skyped our mother and she got to talk with her friends who assured her they would take good care of us. Hmmm, I hope that doesn’t mean we are going to be parented here.

Anyways we returned to our apartment, where my sisters each took turn calling their loved ones back home through Magic Jack. How nice .

At about 9 pm, M’sa and I walked to Alexanderplatz which was not very lively. She was on a mission to eat good German wurst. And I just wanted to be out! M’sa wasn’t too impressed with the currywurst she had stating that it tasted like a regular hot dog but I thought otherwise.

Tomorrow: Scavenger hunt for our old home

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