I just came back from a great vacation in Europe. Ok, so I knew I was pushing it when I flew there on a frequent flyer ticket and had to take 2 connections to get home. I'm thankful I arrived in one piece, although tired as hell, but my bag must have not wanted to come home. The darn thing wound up in Berlin! I have visions of my bag circling around a bag carousel and finally wheeling itself out of the airport and to the Berlin Wall for some pics and a pint!
I'm staring at the computer screen trying to motivate myself to even look interested. Ah Berlin..If only I had it so good.
Can't complain, my holiday was great..more to come on that!
