They always have this sudden politeness that overcomes them when they speak English. I always wondered if it came from the British. They form the words carefully to make sure that I understand.
His eyes showed pity and he said, “I am sorry. You’re too late.”
Three hours earlier, I aimlessly wandered after the city bike tour. First stopping at a cafe for brioche and ginger/mint/lime tea. Then I found myself shopping, thinking of how to spend my last 25 euros.
An hour should be enough for me to get to the airport, I think.
I had waited a long time before my flight to Berlin at Gatwick and didn’t want to make the same mistake.
Somehow I didn’t think that was going to work this time…as I found myself feeling anxious as I got lost and lost.