Getting there

I thought it would be a piece of cake to catch the train in Berlin for Prague. Was all happy and proud walking over to the train station -- even stopped to notice an add for flights to Copenhagen featuring horned helmets. Nopers, there was no way to print out my online reservation from the automatic machines. And the one person at the tiny ticket office spoke no English. And Palmer had not eaten anything, so he was a wee bit of a handful. 45 minutes later, and two different train stations later, I had it figured out. 

So, we missed the first train to Prague. But we caught the second one.

And on the plus side, I got to see a lot more of Berlin than I was planning on. 

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