Not the Benz!

The day didn't go quite as I expected, even after I laid out an agenda for the day with directions and check-boxes. Best laid plans, blah blah blah ... I guess.

This morning, we found the local playground but it's attached to an elementary school, so after about 30 minutes of playing we were invaded by dozens shrieking school kids -- so we quickly retreated back to the apartment.

After nap and "homework," we were ready to hit the town and check out Potsdamer Platz where we had dinner plans with Dave's coworkers. Just outside the apartment building door, I did a quick scan for the Benz and was shocked...

It's not there. Not the BENZ!

This changes our plans, since the World's Heaviest Stroller was tucked away in the trunk of the car, so it's back up the lift to the apartment to let David know. He'll need to find a kind, English-speaking coworker (thanks, Anna!) to help locate where they've taken our car. Again, not the Benz!

Meanwhile, I've got to keep close to email and phone in the apartment -- since I have the car keys. So after a few hours the kids are like caged animals, wildly licking the walls and stripping down to diapers. Total hysteria. When the car is finally procured from the impound lot (and a heckovalot of euros are exchanged), we're off to dinner -- which doesn't go well, as caged animals are hardly known for good table manners.

Tonight, I'm not going to make an agenda for tomorrow. And we'll just see what happens.