We took the train from our friends town outside of Brussels to the Brussels airport. Wandered around with a little extra time, found our way to all of the proper places we needed to be and then, finally, boarded the Easy Jet flight.
Easy Jet is like Southwest, but a different color scheme and multiple languages.
Also, the co-pilot was 14. Had to be. I wanted to suggest he returned to the cockpit until he learned to shave, but that would have been a long time behind the controls of a plane.
It is becoming less and less difficult to find myself in a situation where someone doing something important looks impossibly young.
The flight was perfectly fine. We arrived on time, if not early. Whoever landed the plane put it down gracefully. We took an Uber ride from the airport to our flat. In Germany, we learned, Uber runs through the taxi service. I bet the taxi lobby back home wishes they’d thought of that.
We listened to delightful classical music as we drove through the city with a many who spoke about as much English as I speak German. He dropped us off and disappeared. We found our apartment, got our bearings in east Berlin and hiked out for dinner.
Aapka, where the Indian food is less expensive than the bottled water. And the food is delicious.
Tomorrow we’ll get our Berlin passes and start walking around the city.
