Actually, I’ve already arrived in Berlin. Last night, I stayed at a fun, party hostel with loud dance music – think “Despacito,” “What Is Love (Baby Don’t Hurt Me),” German drinking songs, and house/hip hop – and enjoyed my complimentary “martini.”
Now I’m in my more stable accommodation that will be my actual “mobile office” and home base while I take a massage course.
Just getting here was an adventure…
The airport in Tel Aviv was ridiculously crowded. Four budget airlines with all their weekend flights leaving at approximately the same time. It was madness.
But we’ve reached a new age in travel seating – charging stations!
My flight seemed to be running on time and we got in the air. About 15 minutes into the flight, “Is there a doctor on the plane?” Yes, there was a medical emergency, and yes, there was a doctor on the plane.
Next announcement, “We are returning to Tel Aviv for an emergency landing.” And we turned around. The landing was smooth but felt extremely heavy. After all, we landed with a full tank of fuel.
Thankfully, the person with the medical emergency walked off the plane under his own power.
Next announcement, “Please stay in your seats. We will take off after we get our landing gear checked.”
Then: “For security reasons, we have to remove the luggage of the person who got off the plane.”
Eventually we got back in the air, only about 2 hours later than scheduled.
But then those calm, understanding people who had allowed for a medical emergency and who mostly stayed in their seats on the plane faced a single passport official dealing with all the non-EU passports. At one point they tried to crowd the booth nearly causing a security incident because they just couldn’t understand why we were standing in this dang line for so long. (But seriously, she examined each person’s passport like she thought she should run them all through INTERPOL.)
Once I passed that endurance test, my bag was practically waiting for me on the carousel, the bus pulled up to take me into the city, and R2D2 showed up to let me know everything was going to be okay.
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So you are getting the full and intensified globe trotter experience. Well played. It occurs to me that for the uninitiated the process of a Jew getting into Germany might be somewhat of a greater challenge not simply physically but emotionally. And what’s up with the portable office!! I expect my massage therapist to be fully focused on her training inside and outside of the classroom. Get out there and start practicing on those Ayrian specimens right now 💪🏻💆🏼🙋🏼🌸🌺