Our Luck Catches Up with Us at the Berlin Airport

I’m sitting in the Berlin Schoenefeld airport while I type this, listening to the whir of a rotating poster-thing as it tells me to take a plane from here to Vienna, buy a watch from DKNY, and watch the Discovery Channel. A ride just started a happy little jingle somewhere in the distance. Tiff’s across the room talking on the phone, a lone airport employee is looking bored while he guards the gate, and a guy in the corner is good and asleep already.
Here directly I think I’ll be following his example.
Tiff and I are lucky to have gotten here ok with the way our luck has been running. Today started with an unsuccessful trip to the Olympic Stadium. We got there, but all we could do was stand in the parking lot and look at the massive series of arches and wires that cover a walkway around the entire complex. A glassed over part in the distance covered something in a seashell-like way, and the tennis courts were visible just past the walkway. There was probably other stuff nearby too, I just wasn’t paying much attention.
Slightly let down from that we hopped the Metro out to Plato’s old school. Or so we thought. When we got there we found a nice little residential district with all kinds of things named Plato’s this-that-or-the-other, but no sign of ancient anything. The oldest building there was the big 19th or early 20th century church.
Tiff’s leg’s been bothering her since she banged it on a rock yesterday. She hit it right on an old fracture, and she’s afraid she’s messed it up. I hope she didn’t, but hoping doesn’t fix much. So we took things slow, and rode as many Metro lines as possible. We wandered around in search of a couple more Christmas presents, also an unsuccessful venture, then gave up and reclaimed our things. A quick bite was followed by a hour-long bus ride to the airport, a lot of waiting, and then a relatively smooth flight on Ryan Air’s puddle jumper.
So here I sit.
For the next 6 hours I’ll be playing video games, reading, walking around in small circles, and watching Tiff sleep. I might nap some too, but I think I’ll save it for the 6 hour train ride. We’ll see how I feel later on.