The Flight

I am definitely surprised at what I'm about to say, but here it is: travelling for 18.5 hours wasn't awful.

I started on my journey Thursday afternoon at 2pm. My father drove me to the airport (thanks Dad!) and dropped me off at the international terminal, and then the fun began. Waiting in line to check my luggage, waiting in line to pass security, waiting for my flight. But honestly, it went smoothly, I wasn't held up at any point, and I had a good book and music to pass the time.

My first flight was to London, and was just under 7 hours. I left at 6:15 Philly time, and landing 6:00am London time. I didn't end up sleeping at all, but it didn't feel like the flight was that long. They immediately served dinner when we got in the air (with a complimentary tiny wine bottle) then I watched a movie, then we got a snack, then I watched another movie, then breakfast and we were there.

My layover in London was just under 3 hours, which really felt like the longest part of the trip. Then a quick 2 hour flight to Berlin, and I was finally here. Customs was a breeze- no paperwork to fill out, nothing to declare, no security search, just a quick look at my passport and I was done.

I was picked up by Stefu (my new manager), we stopped at the store for my keys, and then finally made it to the company flat. It is a house with 4 bedrooms and a guest room in the basement, and I currently have only one roommate. (pictures to follow, I just haven't gotten that far)

All in all, a very long, tiring day, which when I finally did make it to bed, I slept for about 12 hours straight.

But I'm here, I'm in Waltersdorf. Let the fun begin!