Home Again

[lisa_goldstein]

The Berlin airport is practically constructed to confuse you.  There are few signs telling you where to go, and the agents are unhelpful.  Doug and I print out tags for tracking our luggage, but we both make mistakes and have to get in line and talk to an (unhelpful) agent, who prints out replacements but says that our luggage probably won’t be waiting for us in San Francisco.  The plane is late taking off, so in Zurich we have have thirty minutes to reach our connection, and it’s so far away we feel like we’ve walked all the way through Switzerland to get there.  But we make it.

I fall asleep immediately.  I’m weirdly fascinated by the display showing the plane’s trajectory, and I wake up every so often to see how far we’ve gone.  And we find our luggage!  Another little miracle.  We get home and go to sleep for about a week.