We all get to Berlin

And only our luggage got lost

In the end, the third flight was the charm.

After confirming – then de-confirming them on a flight to Amsterdam – KLM accepted our dogs on a flight that would leave Atlanta on Friday two hours after ours.

These plans held and we all took off over the Atlantic on our multi-route journey to re-unite in Berlin.

The dogs flew from Atlanta to Schipol in Amsterdam, while the kids and I flew into Charles de Gaulle in Paris.

It didn’t hit us until we saw the lines in the terminal in Paris. We picked the absolute worst time to move to Europe.

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