Night Train to Berlin

with the exchange rate climbing in our favour more and more each day, i have a heavy heart packing the suitcases this afternoon. there is still the cloud of vodka in the air and the gifts we thought we had all packed and accounted for - except for the terracota bison that is - have been added to by an enormous rocking rabbit with a bell at its base. traditional and fun but it will require another hand which we no longer have. sigh - well it will have to come with us somehow. i awoke this morning early to get us first class tickets on the train which has already left moscow and heading this way fast. from there warsaw and berlin. and finally home to bremen where dinner and friends await. as does alot of laundry and the hope that some of the chocolate remains intact lodged within all the packages and boxes. a happy troup however. now why is my husband frying cutlets at this ungodly hour? poka poka! katrin