Such is my jetsetting lifestyle that a mere week and a half after returning from the US, I was off again. This time my destination was one of my favourite places, Berlin. (San Francisco is also one of my favourite places. Stacking them up, I think it's the 24-hour nature of the cities, how safe they feel, the public transport, and the 'alternative' feel.)

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"I dreamed you were late for your flight!" K greeted me the next morning. "Don't do that!" (Spoiler: I didn't.)

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On Sunday morning Kyell, Kit and Spark picked me up at the Oakland BART with a cheery "The shuttle for Galactic Camp is now departing!"

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Daughter B was starting her Saturday with a Facetime call to her grandparents, K's mum and dad. The last time I saw them I was about 16, so I seized the opportunity to look over her shoulder and say hi. (B told them we were going to play keepy uppy on my last day because I was the best at keepy uppy.)

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Friday was the start of Galactic Camp, around which I had built the trip. A furry convention on an aircraft carrier? That served in WW2 and also collected Armstrong, Aldrin and Collins on their return from the Moon?? Sign me up!

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