We're renting our apartment from a kind member of the church who happens to be a neurosurgeon. But tonight we are on our own. We took the normal train and it took a lot longer than I had anticipated. At our last stop we were tired... exhausted and jet lagged-- we had just toted 3 50lbs bags with our carry-ons onto two trains and a tram and through two huge stations.
Next stop, home for the next 4 months. I called our doctor-landlord. He woke to answer the phone, "What happend? What took you so long? I thought you landed at 7" I explained, but explaining couldn't change reality-- you don't do brain surgery on anything less than 8 hours of sleep.
I have to admit the news of that phone call was rather discouraging and disappointing. I felt abandoned; however, I really couldn't blame Heber. Just one of those miscommunications that ends in trial.
We sat on a step in the dark while we let it all sink in and rested. There we were with no other phone numbers, no map, no speaky German, no energy... just too much to carry. Katherine cried a little, but was brave. We did have each other, and Katherine was a good support to me while I tried to comfort and support her.
After resting for a few minutes, we ventured down the road to an open restaurant. Perhaps it was my 3rd attempt at speaking to the locals. My success rate depended solely on the other parties English ability. This one happened to be a success. We made it to a near by hotel.
Looking back the whole experience wasn't too bad. In the moment it was hard, but I figured that we'd get through it. It was really a battle of determination against the exhaustion. Determination won this time. The whole event kind of strengthened Katherine and I. We became a little closer tonight.
Before going to sleep, I took Katherine out the window and we sat on the roof. We're in Europe.
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