Arrived in Berlin after almost 20 hours of travel, only to find we had a miscommunication with our landlord and he was not at the apartment to meet us. After completely losing my mind at what I was going to do with 150lbs of luggage and nowhere to go we discovered a hotel across the street and checked in. 20 minutes later and with the help of my husband, we tracked down the landlord and sorted things out, but stayed at the hotel anyway, as we won’t have internet at the apartment for almost a week. Elliott fetched us some bacon cheeseburgers from the restaurant across the street and we sat and watched unsettling German children’s television before passing out in exhaustion. As much as this was a nefarious start to our trip, I can honestly say I won’t soon forget the few hours I was homeless in Berlin, thousands of miles from home, with no way of contacting anyone for help and barely speaking the language.