Evidence: I Made It To Berlin
Site of JFK’s “Jelly Donut” Speech
Subtitle: I have taken the TQE One Backpack Challenge & lived to tell the tale
In case you haven’t been paying attention to the ticker on the left side of my blog, I have abandoned Indiana for my very own version of European Vacation. Originally, I had plans to go to Guatemala on another one of M.’s tours, but a dead furnace, a car with a lemony smell, and eight new tires left yours truly with only lint lining her pockets. Fortune shined on me, however, when TQE got sick of my belly aching and told me to get my butt on a plane to Berlin.
So, here I am, crashed on his couch, eating his food, and using his weird little combo washer/drier (1). The last part is due to the fact that I have succeeded at taking what The Coach dubbed “The TQE One Backpack Challenge.” That’s right: I came to Germany with all of my clothes crammed into my work backpack. For the sake of full disclosure, I had to use vacuum bags to get all my stuff into said backpack and I’m pretty sure that I’ll be sick of wearing my purple cashmere sweater by the time I get home. Plus, I cheated a little bit by putting TQE’s Cadbury Cream Eggs in my computer bag and leaving all my liquids at home (2).
Of course, I nearly didn’t get to Germany on time. On Monday, I ran into work at 9 a.m. to print my boarding passes only to find that my 6 p.m. flight out of Louisville had already been delayed. In fact, it was so delayed that my flight to Amsterdam would have been well over some state located along the Atlantic seaboard by the time I arrived in Georgia.
Epic fail, my friends. Epic Fail (3).
Since I am a pushy broad – and because I had a day trip to Leipzig planned for the day after I was supposed to arrive in Berlin – I picked up the phone and called Delta. At first, the agent offered to put me on an earlier flight out of Louisville, but I persuaded her to fly me out of Evansville instead. Hey, why drive two hours to be molested by the Bluegrass chapter of the TSA when you can fly out of the kinder, gentler regional airport?
Of course, when I arrived at my kinder, gentler regional airport, the guy behind the counter had trouble printing out my boarding passes. It seems that the Delta agent changed the flight but didn’t reissue my ticket. I’m not quite sure about the specifics, but I stood there for about 20 minutes while the guy had to call the international desk.
Once I was on the plane, I thought my problems were over. The flight to Atlanta was uneventful. The flight to Schiphol was uneventful. Immigration was a breeze – short wait, no questions, no landing card. I thought my problems were over until I tried to get on the flight to Berlin-Tegel and my boarding pass was rejected. Apparently, they had taken me off the flight because – wait for it – I had missed my flight out of Atlanta. And, even though I was standing in Amsterdam, passport in hand, I had to produce the boarding pass for my flight across the pond to prove that I had flown to Schiphol.
Good grief. It’s not like I’m a character in a Harry Potter book. Seriously, did they think I just apparated?