Everything went well until we were fully boarded on our Delta Airlines flight to Berlin by way of Detroit and Amsterdam. Due to the time delay involved, our heads are wavering about trying to discern whether it is night or day. The delay at Orlando was caused by a tire requiring replacement which held us out in the plane going nowhere for about 90 minutes. Beforehand, the pilot was bragging about he tail wind and how he could get us there well ahead of time. Afterwards, it was up to us hope. The flight gave us a few opportunities to get cloud formation photographs, along with underlying topograpy. We screeched into Detroit with minutes to spare, the flight attendents urging people with lengthy layovers or a final destination here to wait while we all dashed off.
I kept up with my game playing and Quora and photo hits, until I installed a new Verizon upgrade and it wiped out my cities, restaurant, cafe, and pets. Where they went, and whether anyone is waiting for me is up in the air.
So what now?
I've started reading Friedrich Engels and Karl Marx's Marxist Manifesto, Parallel Text German Short Stories II ed. by David Constantine, and The Black Woman an Anthology by Toni Cade Bombara. I've also figured out how to use my new Merriam Webster Kindle Rhyming Dictionary somewhat (it is all based on vowels).
In Detroit, we ran to our gate, with several minutes before departure (4) and the plane sitting on the tarmack, only to have the stewards at the gate telling us we weren't allowed to board with 5 minutes to go. Too bad. Go see the help center.
Assuming that our seats were probably bought out by someone else, we trudged over to the help desk to find our solution.
What we were offered was a flight from Detroit to Boston to Paris to Berlin the next day. I asked, are you going to put us up for the night? The answer was, yes, we can give you a voucher at the Best Western and a cosmetic kit with toothpaste, floss, deodorent, a tee shirt, razor and shaving creme, and cotton swabs. After Bob bumped his hand, we also bought beer, gin, bandages, a vitamin water and laudry soap--we cleaned up a bit of what we were wearing to appear mildly fresh the next morning.
The Best Western's outdoor pool not in service yet, play area, and apple trees.
Bob woke at 6 am and went prowling for three hours before I woke--we both slept restlessly, tossing and turning in the smaller bed. We packed up and went to the airport early thinking we'd eat lunch there. We dined at the Westin. We checked in at the Sky Priority desk because our flights were bumped up to first class on the way to Boston and to Paris. The young lady at the desk helpfully checked our luggage was with us, and printed out new boarding passes after moving our seats to be together on the first flight. We were also listed as TSA Precheck so we didn't have to removed our shoes, computers and belts during our security pass.
The take off from Detroit took us over Lake Erie.
The flight to Boston was smooth even though Bob worried about the 2-4 inches of rain expected along the coast.
Flying into rainy downtown Boston.
We were able to move down several gates and found our flight to Paris via Air France.
On the Air France flight to Paris we were offered our choice of drink on arrival, we both chose champagne. At our seats, large ones that reclined and had a foot rest, we found blankets, cushy head phones, pillows, and a kit which included lip gloss and face lotion, socks, an eye mask and toothbrush and deodorant.
For dinner, I was offered a glass of lovely French Merlot variety wine, several prawns with pineapple, tomato basil soup with a roll, and short ribs with mashed potatoes. I remember well up to the tomato soup, the short ribs are pretty vague because soon I was dead to the world. Bob fussed to help me get comfortable ( I vaguely remember that) then I woke once needing the facilities and got a fresca and water. Then I was back asleep until breakfast arrived. I had a croissant and a dish of fruit.
I took a few pictures of the sunrise and Parisian are coastline and farms.
We hardly had to wait before our flight to Berlin was ready, standing around mostly after we went through passport control and security which was right up there with TSA Precheck.
The flight to Berlin was seamless. I noticed rural lands very much similar to those in France, although a few more woods and river area. The local towns appear to be built on high rises above the farmlands--some single units, some in the blockhouse style, others like a modern condo or apartment complex. In France, much of the rural life was along the rivers.
Berlin at last! We found our luggage easily. I dropped my day bag inside, pulled it to the taxi with Bob following along with our reservation and loaded up. The taxi driver managed to get around a traffic accident and to the hotel on a rather twisty route. We noted some of the expected sites enroute. We checked into the Hilton with ease and went up to our room, decided to eat, then stripped, took another pill and crashed until about midnight.
When we woke up around 11pm we were both restless and not very ready for bed. Our legs felt atrophied, I wasn't sure I remembered how to walk. So we dressed and went for a block wide walk around the area. I got some lovely night time photos. Many were out and about, it being Saturday night, with ladies entering into a dance club, and groups waiting for a dining experience.