On one of the rainiest days of the year,
Berlin decided to honor its annual tradition of turning over the streets
to Germany's thriving rollerblader community
(Yes, I thought that phenomenon had ended in the late 90's too).
In addition to making a completely pointless traffic nightmare
(since no rollerblader would be caught out in such a down pour)
the city was also kind enough to remove any helpful traffic sign
for those of us foolish enough to have picked the wrong form
of transportation for the day.
And after spending nearly 3 hours to travel less than 10 miles,
the only people who could add a little upbeat perspective to my plight
were, of course, Michael and Diana.
So please enjoy them as they ease on down the road with a lot more
grace than I did!