After a pleasant 8 hour flight filled with free wine, free movies, and free food, Jonathan and I found our sleep-deprived shells in the spacious Frankfurt airport. We somehow found our way onto a bus, that led us to our luggage, and then finally to the train station where we desperately searched for the extra large lockers Sherry promised we'd find. We found them...all very much in use by someone other than us, and after shlepping around way too much luggage, we made a solemn vow to never again bring more than two bags with us to a foreign country. We eventually found a locker and managed to stuff our luggage in, and then it was onto our next mission -- call Sherry. We assumed using the pay phone would be easy enough, but after inserting a few Euros into the slot, I found myself in the most stressful phone call I've ever made. Literally, for each 10 seconds that passed by, the pay phone indicator kept ticking away my money in increments of 10 cents. It was akin to seeing a large glass of water tipping over and that urge you feel to grab a paper towel and wipe it up. I managed to get the pertinent information I needed from Sherry just before my time ran out and the pay phone cut me off without an audio warning.
My irritation continued as we found ourselves in the Frankfurt Haupthbahnhof. The token machines were somewhat in English, but not really, which was more irritating if they were entirely in German. The lack of sleep exacerbated the situation, and had me feeling like an extra fiery Kung Pao Asian. After finally finding a human employed by the train station, we managed to buy tickets and board the train that would carry us to Frankfurt Au Main. My alienation soon began to dissipate once we were on the train, but I still felt like an interloper ready to be kindly asked to leave.
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Jinny, your vivid memory is amazing. My recollections of Germany are a swirl of food, beer, the autobahn and train rides - not necessarily in that order.
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