Early breakfast at the Münche's, then we (always, always always... meaning Pamela and I,) got a ride with her father, who was headed back to Berlin for the week, to the Berlin (Tegel) airport. The driving was nice... at least there was fair, sunny weather, and we made good time. To use that extra time, I had a sandwich while the other two drank coffee at the airport.

And... off we went. And didn't get fed on the plane, (although, if we'd been hungry, and hadn't packed food, we would have been able to buy some snacks on the plane.)

Landed. I was all excited, and... eager as could be, to look, and see, and experience again. I later said to Pamela that it was like a walk down memory lane; an Actual walk.

Anyhow... details; we went first to the bus station, and got our tickets to St. Petersburg, and a phone card. I called the hotel I'd once stayed in, (no Double room available,) and one where my mom had stayed, (no rooms at all,) and then one a bit out of town (which I'd seen before, when organizing my mom's stay.) And... there we walked, (in 45 minutes?) I guess I'm lucky that way: that Pamela is like me, in her stubborn... not minding to walk notable distances.

And Pamela is now awake! (I have been writing this in the morning, while she still slept.) So, to summarize...

Walked back to town and up steps into the fort (on the hill.) Then down to Olde Hansa the Medieval restaurant in the center: Beef with Fig sauce, smoked salmon salad, and spiced white wine "made" on the premises. -I personally wouldn't be surprised if they bought normal wine, and put things in it, "on the premises."

We both enjoyed it, and had complementary shots of Berry Liquor with spices, because we moved from the second story down to the ground floor, so that some of the servers could go home. A little later... we were also going to go home, (after using the incredible and wonderful bathrooms there. Some one did a great job designing them.) However, as we were fifteen minutes too late for the last bus, we walked. Oh! And I returned a bottle for deposit at a gas-station... and had to sign two pieces of paper, to get three and a half Euro Cents. Pamela was laughing her head off; I call the Germans bad with paperwork? WELL!!!