The first leg
Trip Start Aug 24, 2009
66Trip End May 24, 2010
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Anyway, adding to my stress was the fact that when I finally finished packing the morning of my flight, my bags were both overweight. Needless to say the thought of the $150/per bag overweight fee did not excite me so my whole family and I went into high gear removing and weighing anything and everything that I could do without
It should also be said that putting off going to the bank until the 24th was a less than bright idea because they apparently employ sloths.
Finally, after many a farewell bash and many last minute short but sweet goodbyes, I was off to the airport with my nuclear unit and Nicholas. Of course by now we were pushing the time limit for international flights so I am booking it to the United Airlines counter only to find out a need to go to the Lufthansa counter. Bah. So I go to the Lufthansa line. Waiting, waiting, waiting. My turn! The attendant takes my passport somewhere and again I am waiting, waiting, waiting. She finally returns and the stress I was already feeling was compounded by the next words that came out of her mouth…wait for it…wait for it…are you ready? She said, “Your ticket was voided earlier today, you’ll have to talk with United Airlines.” My reaction was tried and true ::blink blink:: …., followed by ::cry::
It turns out there was some mistake – my credit card bill could have told them that
As always, security was fun. Remove shoes, remove laptop from case, remove netbook from case, remove bangles from wrists, remove paper thin “jacket” because I suppose I could be hiding explosives underneath.
The flight that brought me to Frankfurt was nine hours long. Shockingly I didn’t get up once during the flight…mostly because I was dehydrated, exhausted, and sandwiched between two large men who also never got up. The flight was smooth, the food was good, and I watched I Love You Man between my much needed naps. Unfortunately the men behind me were a bad combination of what can only be described as partially deaf, probably rude, and definitely drunk. And the grumpy man to my right, who couldn’t help but seep into my personal bubble since the armrests couldn’t contain him, got in a weird verbal confrontation with the open shirted man behind us. I think I had flashbacks to the CSI episode where a group of passengers ban together to kill another passenger who is out of control and endangering their flight. I wanted to ask if one or both of their brains was swelling because that was the explanation for the erratic behavior in the episode.
Once I arrived in Frankfurt I went through customs, exchanged some cash, checked my bags, bought a train ticket, and headed into the city. Haha, that makes it sound so easy! It actually took me like an hour and a half to figure all this out. I think I literally know like four words in German (hello, thank you, two, and chalkboard easer)
This brings us to the ciabatta and coffee. It’s now 1:45 pm. Where I am sort of feels like my brief time visiting Rachel in Rome (cafes, piazza type areas, lots of public transit, brick roads, gelaterias), but the buildings of note are more gingerbread/Dutch-like. Yes, I understand that gingerbread/Dutch-like is probably not an official architectural term, but I am neither an architect nor an art historian so this is my description.
I am going to try and find a wireless network to post this from (according to the tourist butt wipers who give you maps and circle things like “you are here, and yadda yadda is here,” there are no cafes or public places that offer wi-fi to the public). If I can’t post now I will just put this entry up later. Now off to the Palmengarten and/or the Zoo before I head back to the airport to leave for Amman.
Nope, no free wi-fi anywhere in this city (that I know of). Oh well, I will post this after I get to Amman. I am back in the airport waiting to board the plane. After I left the café I headed to the Palmengarten which is like an arboretum kind of
Special PS to my mum: If I would have gone to Best Buy I probably would not have bought the netbook case you chose (not that I cared when you brought it home, I was just happy to have one before leaving). Long story short, I threw my passport and money in it while I ran around Frankfurt and it is PERFECT. The pockets and the strap….it really is like the perfect bag because anytime I use it I won’t need to carry anything else. Shukran!