Christmas in Berlin

Seeing as it’s mid-December, I figure this is as good a time as any to tell the tale of our one overseas Christmas trip.  In 2007, Andrew and I spent Christmas in Berlin.  It was our second overseas trip ever.  Here’s how it began…

I was sitting at work, minding my own business, when Andrew called me in a bit of a rush.  Our conversation went something like this:

A:  Erin!

E:  Yes?

A:  I just found an insane flight deal to Berlin for Christmas.  Can you get time off?

E:  Whoa.  I really don’t think so.  I mean, it’s Christmas!

A:  Okay fine, transfer me to Steve.  Maybe he can get time off.

E:  NO.  I will NOT transfer you to Steve!  At least let me ask my boss first.  Sheesh honey.

And so I asked my boss — very nervously! — if I could possibly get the week of Christmas off, simply because Andrew had found an amazing deal.  And, it was a Christmas miracle — he said yes!  After this, I was wildly excited and shaking a lot.  Christmas miracles are so fantastic.

For the record, Steve is a good friend of ours, that I also happen to work with (thanks, Captain Obvious! ha).  He has proven to be a fantastic friend to travel with, too.  But on this occasion I wanted dibs on the chance to spend Christmas with Andrew in Berlin.  And it worked out!  (I will write about our travels with Steve in upcoming posts — I have already warned him about this and he’s cool with it, naturally.)

So!  This is the first post in a series of posts all about our Christmas in Berlin.  I’m really going to enjoy re-living that trip.

It began something like this:

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Boy do I ever wish that picture was smaller.  Anyway.  This was at the airport in Minneapolis.  We had a 6-hour layover, that was part of the Winnipeg-to-Berlin deal — sitting in Minneapolis for six hours.  Here’s an excerpt from the journal (which Andrew has made me keep ever since we began traveling…):

“Sunday Dec.23, 2007: noon-ish.  Now we have 6 hours here in Minneapolis.  We’re really tired.  We ate at Chili’s Too, and it wasn’t that great.  Greasy, and I found a hair in my eggs.  Ugh.  But I try to tell myself that whatever doesn’t kill me, will only make me stronger.  Anyway, now we’re at our gate, the news is on, and Andrew’s sleeping.”

It was at this point that I undoubtedly put my journal away and became the sleeping beauty you see above there.  And then Andrew woke up and took a pic of me sleeping, before resuming his nap.

The next entry in my journal begins with the words: “We’re in Berlin!”  Ahhhhhhhh!

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