Score!

I'm on my way to Berlin on a business-class bus complete with wi-fi. Scenery is still white, so I may play some Scrabble to pass the time. Travel to the bus station this AM was a pain. (Dancing on ice with a knee brace and a rolling duffel is never fun.) I missed the first round of trams and then had to face a massive staircase down to the metro station. A woman came by and grabbed one of the handles of my bag. My relief immediately turned to panic as she headed quickly down the stairs. I managed to get her to slow down and thanked her profusely when we made it to the bottom of the three flights. Other than when Tom was here, this was only the second time that anyone helped me. The other was on the tube in London when the handle to my bag broke. Again, it was a woman about my age who stopped to help as all the young guys ran up the stairs, three at a time. Will post again when I'm settled in in Copenhagen.