Lisa met me at the airport--with flowers because Lisa is pretty classy--and she and I went to a little office and explained to a friendly (for a German airline bureaucrat) woman what the bag looked like and where it had been that day. She said someone would call when it arrived, but dispite language implying I might, I recieved no call this afternoon.
That leaves me here in bed wearing a sweater I borrowed from Lisa and typing along on Sabine's laptop--my own laptop is in my possession, but the European plug adaptor got checked--while today's recently handwashed airplane clothes dry overnight on the radiator. Apparently I can't pull off an international arrival without some sort of undesired bonus adventure.
On the agenda for tomorrow:
1. Mail Fulbright Paperwork
2. Make apartment viewing appointments (got a head start tonight)
3. Activate Handy
4. Stop by Nollendorfplatz thrift shop and buy a few extra shirts to tide me over until my usually faithful suitcase finds its way back to me.
5. Change the rest of my dollars to euros.
Probably not in that order.
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