Berlin via Milan

You know how your brain can refuse to believe something, even when it's happening, at that very moment? That was me on the plane to Berlin.

I look at the TV right in front of my seat. I see the little digital plane over the Atlantic, then France, and then Italy on the map. The number on the miles-to-go counter is dwindling. I still don't believe it.


(A beautiful sunrise somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean)


(Somewhere over France)

Now I am in the airport at Milan. Funny, it's just like American airports. Half the people here are American, as are most of the ads on the walls. But wait! What is this? On the way to my transfer flight, I have to go through the passport line! Yay me! My first passport stamp! (And I am wondering, briefly, if I should be this giddy over a stamp....)

And finally, I am in Berlin, where I am somewhat disappointed to find out I will not be getting another stamp. :( It's a European Union thing. Sebastian, our director, picks me up and we're off.

A number of the actors and crew are staying at his apartment throughout the shoot, so it was an interesting evening of watching horror films ("The Descent", which comes out in the US this Friday (and is worth seeing), and "The Devil's Rejects" (gross and violent, if you like that sort of thing . . . yes!)). And finally, a collapse into dreamless sleep.

It still doesn't feel like a foriegn country, dang it.