There and back again
I like to always claim that I prefer to take a different route home from somewhere than I took getting there. But yesterday, Palmer and I back traced exactly our route from Prague, through Berlin, and back to Iceland. Minus of course the stop at the wrong train station that made us miss the first train a few days ago. So this was a return done right, went smooth as pie actually. And I found myself relieved and pleased to be back at the Berlin Schoenfeld airport, looking at the same adds for Easy Jet, knowing where to go. It is not a spectacular airport by any means, but it had a restaurant that had perfect tender little chicken strips for Palmer in a car shaped plate, and nice spicy french fries for mommy. It felt like home.
So for the first time in I do not know when, I realized just how very nice it is to be back just where you started. Nothing wrong with that at all.
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