So now we come to a turning point in our European journey. You will of course recall that the ultimate reason Rachel and I were traipsing across this continent was to bide time while my company set up its new office in London. In September I was informed that these plans had been put on hold indefinitely, and could we please move to their current office in Dubai? Rachel and I had many many discussions about this proposal, not a small number of which centered on the fact that dogs can’t fly in cabin into the UAE. Thus, the move necessitated a convoluted 24-hour odyssey, flying from Prague to Istanbul…

Warning: many pictures ahead. View on a slow mobile connection at your own risk. There’s lots of words too, but you can safely tune those out. Sometimes I ramble. Our week in Munich was much too short, but there was an AirBnb reservation in Prague with the Sanders name on it. We underwent a slight measure of panic at the train station when we belatedly looked up entry requirements for the Czech Republic and thought we needed a PCR Test and government entry approval, but we finally spotted the size-2 light-light-grey text on white background entombed at the bottom of the page that read, verbatim, “None of this applies if…