The long flight to the country of the rising sun
I could barely sleep, as excited as I was. At 6 I was already browsing my phone, and at 7 I heard Alex coughing. His cold was still going strong, but I was 99% fine! I made some tea, breakfast, we packed, organized... and went to the office so Alex could close a couple pending things. Meanwhile, I printed infos we might need and, before we knew, was time to get the S-Bahn to the airport. We bought a couple sandwiches and waited for our 20 minute delayed plane. The smallest in the world, maybe. 4 sites per row, tiny stairs to go inside, semi empty. They gave us a pickup when going inside, and the captain was a woman. Enough to make me happy in the first flight Dresden-Munich.
We had a short wait in Munich, where Alex worked. Boarding was super fast, and we where almost at the end of the plane with a 3 seat row for the 2 of us. Soon, they gave us the dinner menu, which included the menu writen in Japanese: I did not get a single word! 3 months learning Japanese for at least 30min a day for that... Thank god for the English and German versions. Dinner was nice, with sushi, salad and some beef, and thought it was international enough until I saw a Japanese woman biting the butter and looking puzzled around. After dinner, they handed out the forms for customs and I overheard an old Spanish couple sitting in front of Alex having trouble communicating with the stewaredesses, since none spoke spanish, so I helped them. They were wonderful, visiting their granddaughter and even offered me to stay at their place in Mallorca if we wanted. I unsuccessfully tried to sleep, so I watched Bohemian Rhapsody and a bit of Aquaman before Alex called me out because we wanted to see that together. Oopsi.