Going to the Toronto airport wasn't so bad, but getting on the plane and finding a seat took a fair amount of effort. The flight was pretty good. Minor turbulence with a side of stomach rolling went well with the meals. The food was suprisingly good, and in the time we flew from Toronto to Amsterdam, I managed to watch Clash of the Titans and Law-Abiding citizen. Two movies I have been meaning to watch for a long time.
Oh, for those of you wondering about the scissor comments between us and Ben, I'll explain. Our brilliant brother apparently forgot to empty his school backpack of school supplies before loading his travelling gear. Result: Toronto's airport security went through his bag until they found the scissors that this witty terrorist had hidden so cunningly inside.
Anywho, we arrived in Amsterdam without many mishaps, and then took a short cityhopper flight to Bremen, where I am writing this journal. We aquired a vehicle after my parents sorted out a misunderstanding where the rental company believed we were showing up on July 4, not July 5. So naturally, they gave the vehivle away and we had to get a different one. Our ride is a cool, shadow blue, VW Caddy Maxi. Small, but nice. Took Dad a few wrong turns to figure out the directions, but we got on our way to Berlin fairly quickly. However, the ride was a nightmare. For some reason, jet lag combined with my difficulty of sleeping during the day to create an irritating conundrum. I would start to fall asleep, but just as I was about to drift off, each time my body would do one of those weird jerky feelings and I would be wrenched back from the gates to Lala Land.
A few breaks later, where we streched and tried to wake ourselves up for the next leg of the journey, we arrived in Berlin. Berlin is awesome. That is the best way to describe this city. It's like walking into America's past and making everybody speak German. The architecture is incredibly similar, as is the art style and the fashion sense. I believe the current style of dress in this area is that of the lower-middle class, tattered clothing and converse. Classy, in it's own sort of way. I know a ocuple of people that would love it here. The restaurant we went to for supper was fantastic, even though the wait time was like emerg back home.
The weather is hot and sticky and muggy, but everybody is friendly and patient with our lack of German speaking skills. Lucky for us someone decided to encourage English as the major business language of the world, so most people in the stores know some, at least enough to understand us and help us out.
I think we only spend another day or so in Berlin. I'm looking forward to the bike tour.
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