Of course, a tall dark handsome man only slightly older than me showed me inside, and I was immediately offered 'house shoes' (in France we call them chaussons and of course they were required for all of our classrooms in the wintertime). Charmed again. I couldn't help but smile. I was full of dust and grime from a full day in Brussels and much travel but I already had a bit of a tour of Berlin from the public transport and already had a glimpse of the beauty in this place.
I was led up two stories to a very, very skinny staircase which leads up to my tower. The attic is yours, princess. I love it already. My attic consists of two rooms and five windows, a persian rug on my floor and an antique desk armoire for me to put my things in and use as a desk. Of course in the morning I flew open the windows and sang to the world outside (no, I'm not kidding) (and don't worry, I didn't call in any rodents) (and don't worry, I definitely stopped when I realized the father was watering the garden directly beneath me).
The best part is not my attic though. They have a Mariah room. I mean, they have a music room! Complete with cello, bass, flute, harp, and piano. Of course it's a German piano with an extra octave string a centimeter above for every note that resonates sympathetically with the playing of the piano. Although it could use a tuning & technical touch-up, it was a pleasure to practice for a few hours. And they did make me promise that I'd play the harp before I left. How could I not feel like royalty when served by such generous, kind, previous mission presidents, always serving kind of people who make my favorite breakfast every morning? This is going to be a good trip.
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