i just sent an email to a woman named barbara klein, who was in charge of a youth exchange program that i took part in in high school. she is one of the nicest women i have ever met, with a beautiful house in frankfurt. i emailed to thank her, and ask if she still had a record of my host sister's email address. i only have their home phone number, which i have not called in two years.


i had a dream a few nights ago about packing for berlin and forgetting to pack any winter clothing. how symbolic. my savings are creeping toward enough. i feel sheepish about emailing the girl who i may or may not be staying with when i land in berlin. i'll work up the nerve sometime this month.