My first day.
My first day in Berlin.
By the time I got off my plane, took a shuttle from the airplane to the terminal, made my way through a ridiculous line to get my passport stamped (and all he did was stamp it, it’s easier to get into Europe than into Canada), found a bus, took the bus, got off, got lost, found my hostel, left my bag because it was too early to check in, walked around, sat and stared, drank some orange juice, got lost, found my hostel again, sat and stared, and checked in, I had been awake for 24 hours. The flight wasn’t that long but just enough and at the wrong time so that they served you dinner, turned out the lights for a few hours pretending it was late enough to sleep, and then turned them back on and gave you breakfast.
So I immediately made my bed and took a nap.
And when I woke up I walked around again, looking for dinner, got lost, finally found my hostel again and settled on getting dinner at the hostel brochure recommended Vietnamese restaurant across the street.
And then I took another nap. And when I woke up I forced myself to go up to the hostel bar. But it was crowded full of groups of people and my free glass of wine was too acidic, so I left after half a glass.
And then I went to bed at midnight but while exhausted, couldn’t sleep. And so I listened to my iPod and to songs I haven’t listened to in a very long time. And I pretended to still be asleep when my roommates (a group of five girls traveling together) came in. And then I slept until 10am.
Christine RJuly 8, 2011at5:21 pm
Surviving your first day is the hardest! Looking forward to your future posts 🙂