Thin Places, Thick Places (Series)
Day 22...I think.
Thickness in the midst of friends.
You'll have to forgive the inevitable typos and lack of succinctness. I'm attempting to fulfil my daily commitment to write, but it's 12:30am and I'm TIRED.
We have ARRIVED, in Berlin. We made it to the Airbnb with no incident. Everyone is sleeeeeeeeping! FINALLY. I find these little blocks of UBER late quiet a bit of a life-saver. Even though I'm bleary-eyed, the there's no ongoing input from the troops. Much needed.
Prior to our Dublin departure (minutes before leaving the house to run pre-departure errands) Mr. J (my son) asked his sisters to lock him in the cute coat "cupboard". Wisely, they told him no.
Undaunted, he took matters in to his own hands. Sadly, he locked himself in but couldn't get out.
So many emotions and choice words ran through my sweaty head. I had just run around and through the rooms packing, stripping beds, removing clothes from the drying line to fold, stuffing almost forgotten items into last remaining case (suitcase) spaces. Preparing for our next home away from home.
We also were pressed to collect Agent Shades from his Airbnb. As he waited, hungry for lunch.
Yes. My son had locked himself in a hobbit-sized coat closet. And nothing we tried was getting him out.
We called the locksmith and waited.
It was annoying to say the least.
The locksmith arrived with his big box of many magical keys. Just as the locksmith touched what would prove to be THE magical key, my son had hit the sweet spot in the lock from inside the closet and the deadbolt unlocked.
The call would have been 80 Euro, but he felt extra pity for this poor, tired, American mum of a very special child and asked us for NO MONEY. Thin place moment.
So, here we are in a big 20 foot ceiling Berlin apartment with ginormous windows, gorgeous wood floors, and no window coverings in a bathroom that can be seen by 100 other apartments in alll sides of a beautiful shared courtyard.
Agent Shades has already planned how to move some of the ginormous curtains from other parts of the apartment to the bathroom windows. The kids and I are appreciative.
As much as I'm sure I would like the people across the courtyard hanging around a fire pit on their balcony, I don't want them to see my, Ms. A, Mr. J, Miss I, or even Agent Shades' private bits.
To be continued...
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