Air Travel

So I did finally make it to Berlin, though not without my troubles. Turns out my backpack was 2 kilos over the 10 kilo limit and checking it in would cost me 45 Euros!

So the clever Bernardo thought it best to put on all of her clothes, or as much as humanly possible...

7 shirts, 1 dress, and 2 skirts later, I cleverly sneaked through the weighing station with my journal tucked into my back, Animal Farm peeking out from my sweater, and a cute little book on funny French stereotypes just above the waist. Oh and a winter coat in 80 degree weather.

Victoriously, I made my way towards the metal detector only to hear the ding,ding,ding ring in my ears. Oh no, not now I thought!

Well the airport lady was not too impressed by me. She pointed seriously to the four angled specimen protruding from my belly and declared loudly "what is that?!" Oh ya know, just a book, that's totally normal right? Now she thought for sure that I was some type of overweight terrorist. "Go over there, and please remove some clothes...please remove some more."

Oh the horror! Here I was stripping off layers and layers of clothes in front of a packed airport. Everyone was looking at me like a giant weirdo. "How much clothes do you have on??" she asked. Oh ya know just enough to keep 10 children warm in 20 degree weather.

In the end she let me go, and I finally made my way to the plane, giggling to myself, and wishing I had someone, anyone to tell the story to...

love,
Little B

For the second time in less than a year, I sit here in the Singapore Airport typing away on their graciously provided free internet terminals.

However, no peanut butter sandwich this time. A. I am still sick from the "food" they gave us on the plane, and B. well, Aussieland has it's fair share of my favorite afternoon treat.

But yes, I digress, I am on my way to France! I still can't even believe it. I never thought when I began this trip that I would end up flying in to Barcelona International by end of Februrary. On the - get this- exact date I flew there 3 years ago. I guess Europe truly does call my name.

Sadly, I am leaving Australia earlier than planned. I will miss their beautiful weather and friendly faces. The 117 degree weather days and the "g'day mates", and "goodonyas" of yester-year. (is that two words?)

I will, however, NOT miss their complete lack of toilets. I mean seriously, not even cafes that serve tea and coffee can give ya a restroom?! And perhaps the slight oversight that Australians do not have half-size feet. Apparently everyone is a size 8 shoe or 9, born to perfection.

So 15 hours from now, I am due to arrive in Barcelona, God willing. Then it's off to Carcassonne to apprendre le francais and meet the lovely Caizergues famille. I truly couldn't be more excited. Je suis tres contente!

I promise that with free internet galore, I will be writing more often yet again. And I hope to post some old and new pictures very soon.

Until then, a bientot! et bisous from Asia,
Cristina