Today was pretty interesting, I’ll give it that. In fact, today was two days, but when you’re traveling, any sense of time is thrown out the window. I woke up a bit earlier than my earlier, or my roommate’s alarm, and immediately showered, dressed, and started checking things off on the To-Do list I had compiled the night before. It looked something like this:
DON’T FORGET! 8/29/13
Chargers in living roomLaptopDSPhone chargerCharge phone!Button up in living room*Leave key @ Mighty Good- 1/4 lbs of Coffee @ MGC
Toothbrush
Priorities, amirite? I got coffee with a friend, and consequently got to say goodbye to a few more friends, and suddenly it was 11:45am and my mom was on her way to the house and my roommate and I were watching our last 15 minutes of ‘Pretty Little Liars’ while eating soup. Eventually, after another stop at Mighty Good, my mother and I arrived at the airport, and I was off. I had a few hours in DTW, so I decided to check my last Facebook and e-mail before the flight, and realized, “Hey, how long’s your layover in Frankfurt?” My gut instantly dropped, because I knew my layover was only 1-hour, and that it was not going to be enough time. I did this once before early in college, and it required literally sprinting across the airport, getting my baggage, checking in with the ticket counter again, and sprinting some more. I did not want this experience more than once in my lifetime, so when I arrived in Toronto, I told myself, I would arrange for a cool golf-cart to help me in the airport. TURNS OUT that instead of Air Canada, my flight was with Lufthansa, which meant that I had ample time, plus a cuuuushy flight.
My flight in a nutshell:
- Starting 2 movies in German
- Watching ‘La Boheme’ in Italian but with German subtitles
- Falling asleep to ‘La Boheme in Italian but with German subtitles
- Reading ‘American Gods’ by Neil Gaiman
- Eating the “chicken” option for dinner
- Being woken up by lights and “Breakfast is here!”
So all in all, the easiest flight I could have hoped for. Frankfurt was a breeze, and I got to my gate right on time. My only fear was being stopped by security and having my life be a scene from The L Word, but I was one of the lucky ones.
The rest of the trip was a breeze. Caught a bus, found my friend, and chilled out at her apartment. Immediately my friend said, “So what do you need to get settled,” which meant I had to think about what I actually needed to get settled. After himming and hawing a bit, she gave me some great advice: get a bike. Like, now.
So I did. And had a nice, short conversation with the men at the bike shop auf Deutsch. Also, on the way, I saw this guy:
Video game museum? I think I moved to the right city.
The rest of my night basically amounted to me crashing into my friend’s bed and wondering exactly how sore I was going to be tomorrow. I’ll tell you about that later though.