We Leave the Coast - Slowly

We are off with a mad dash to the 4:20 ferry only to find out it has been cancelled because the Horseshoe Bay ferry broke down, and the next sailing will be at five fifteen. What a typical way to leave our beloved Sunshine Coast. Hurry up and wait.
Its been a busy few days, packing, banking and last minute dinners and outings to go to. The studio supplies were all packed into a mere shoebox and not just any shoebox. Its the shoe box from the gorgeous Kenneth Cole sandals I bought in Oregon, when I conveniently forgot to bring nice shoes along for a wedding. The box is almost as nice as the shoes, a beautiful lime green inside with cool finger holders lined with metal grommets. A fitting thing to take to what I imagine to be a modern and industrial Germany and open up in our new studio space.
Oh.. an exciting interruption to share with you from the ferry corp, an announcement that the five fifteen will be late and please go visit the craft merchants while we wait.
As I sit and wait at thrilling Langdale ferry terminal boycotting the craft fair, I realize how much can change in the course of a mere month. The days will be shorter, my boss will become a grandfather, we will be back to the more certain winter ferry schedule and I certainly will own new shoes. Its very exciting that in two days or so we will be in Berlin.
Another ferry announcement reminding us once again that the 3:15 ferry will be late.. seriously. Ok.. now a correction, they meant the five fifteen, which was supposed to be the four twenty, will be late and please go and buy a hot dog. Finally an hour and half later ferry personnel are starting to mill about, we may finally be able to leave the coast for the great beyond.

Nothing is certain and everything can change.

Where did the summer go?

All of sudden there is only ten days to go. Not quite sure where the summer has gone, but now real excitement is brewing. It also seems that going to Berlin is catching. Amongst us we know of seven people (including my dear Father) who will now be in either Berlin or France while we are there - so much for having illicit affairs.
The big question now really is the baggage allowance and how exactly you transport, paint, wire, glue, copper, scissors, awls and other such things without being mistaken for a terrorist?
It would be great if you could get an artist license. Kind of like James Bonds' License to Kill.
I guess we could buy all the supplies there - but travel language books tend to cover things like - "I need hot water in my hotel " not "do you sell silicone".
Sadly the German lessons are going terrible, instead of learning enough German to walk into a hardware store and confidently order items - I routinely made it to page sixteen of the lesson book and then fell sound asleep. My new strategy is a ten hour crash course over the Atlantic on route with a German translation of the Canadian Tire catalouge.