As I write this, I really should be halfway through my flight back to London, Instead, I’m writing from Schönefeld airport. It’s boiling hot in here, my throat is killing me, and our flight has been delayed five (5) hours, meaning that by the time we get to Gatwick, there probably won’t be any trains running to Brighton. Fun stuff.
On the plus side, I’ve had a lovely day up to this point (a trek out to Schloß Charlottenburg to roam the halls once walked by Leibniz and Sophie Charlotte, followed by a fantastic lunch of Flammkuchen and Königsberger Klopse at “our” café and a trip to the milliner to pick up my lovely hat), I’ve gotten 30 minutes of free airport WiFi from my friend Brian, I’ve got a nine (9) euro voucher “for a refreshment”, I’ve got a lot of reading material, and I’ve got Jeremy with me.
Nonetheless, I would very much like to be home now.