Yesterday in Berlin, my flight to Iceland and then home was cancelled. I have slept in airports before, but I am too young🙄 for that.
So I grabbed a vegan curry wurst and headed back into the city. Somehow things take care of themselves.
I did have to get up at four this morning however the world keeps spinning around.
I spent a great evening with our son. Met one of his friends and we had a few beers. I was watching people enjoying them selves on a Friday night and thought I could live here.
At one point, I ran the table while playing pool, a game I suck at, and ended up going to bed far too late.
So here I now sit in Frankfurt, tired, satiated, and happy to go home.








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