Airports...Who needs em?

I do, turns out. My adventure from Los Angeles to Berlin was a whirlwind of fun. It actually wasn’t that bad and I’m so thankful to my uncle for helping me out. He is a pilot and he is wonderful and he helped navigate me through Miami, which is saying A LOT! I left LAX at 6am. Which means arriving at 5. Which means waking up (late) at 4. I was bumped to business class where I received THIS mimosa.

I spent many hours in Miami once I arrived. We had a six hour delay. The WHOLE time they said “15 more minutes!” False. It wasn’t too bad…I had already been there for several hours before boarding the 6 hour death trap but I didn’t really have a lot to be mad about. Others, on the other hand, were outraged. I always feel bad for flight attendants when these things happen. They get yelled at and they obviously didn’t break the light in the cockpit, so why are we yelling at them? We boarded a new plane with a new crew and all was well. I arrived in Paris, boarded a bus to the other paris airport (with two GIANT bags) to catch a small flight with EasyJet (sounds safe) to Berlin. While navigating the two airports, I have to say I felt very American. So much luggage and no French at all. I need a man to help me shove my big suitcase through a couple of bars to get onto an escalator. Yeah. American. Turns out Easy Jet is located in the BASEMENT of Orly South. In case you were wondering. It took me a couple hours to find it and nothing in paris is in English because I should know enough French to get to Berlin. I was ill prepared. It’s ok because I finally found the orange signs directing me to EasyJet and paid the MANY Euro it took to change my flight (because I missed my original flight yucking it up in Miami for 6 BONUS hours. Will Smith was seriously playing in my head the WHOLE time). I was going to explore Paris for a few hours but after all that, I paid the 6 Euro to get an hour and a half of internet and just sat trying to stop sweating. When I arrived in Berlin, I had two people that I’ve emailed with and skyped waiting for me. They helped me through the UBahn and we arrived at my new apartment. Here it is:

I guess in Berlin the “rooms” are more like studio apartments and everyone has one, they just share the bathroom and kitchen. So that’s my table and bed and couch. AND!!!! That’s my balcony. Yeah. I have my own balcony. It’s not a big deal…but it’s an honour. So that’s where I live and how I got here. What an adventure. I’m all grown up now.