Frankfurt, Germany
I'm not here, I'm not there -- I'm in airport limbo. My stomach feels like it's going to eat itself, I have cold sore growths on my chin from stress, my biological clock hates me, my contacts are stuck to my eyeballs, and I feel like I haven't slept in days - all side effects of airport limbo.
I met a military man traveling to Frankfurt returning from the holidays. Dad, you'll be happy to know that I thanked him for his service to our country. I also met a woman traveling for business to Ukraine, and a man traveling to India to visit family that's still there. It really puts into perspective that no matter where you are in the world, it's home to someone - definitely makes the world feel like a much smaller place. You're totally right, Austin, I make friends wherever I go. It's like I have a sign attached to my head that says, "Please, make friends with me." But don't worry Mom, I didn't divulge any specific details of my trip to them, and I'm being very careful.
A couple things about my first European airport experience in 2010. Dear Frankfurt, put more bathrooms in your airport. We need more than 2 stalls per 500 feet. I stood at a vending machine for 5 minutes trying to figure out how to work my Euros - no success. I had to settle for a bottled water rather than a good old coca-cola. I haven't yet adjusted to the time change, but knowing military time has definitely helped me understand more easily.
Okay, that's it for now. Video chatting with Austin :)
Besos y Abrazos <3
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