And now we're in Berlin, kind of in an airport suburb like Essington near Philly airport or Queens, NY, near JFK, or even Westchester near LAX.
It was a wild trip to fly from Philly to Berlin, so wild that I didn't do it. Philly, as well as Newark and most of the east coast was socked in with a late winter fog, so after being told that there were no little prop commuter planes leaving Philly, we got in a car and drove across NJ to get to Neward airport in time for the flight.
But here we are, ready for a pre-dawn drive to our first destination.