Way, Way, Behind
Ok so I am almost 3 weeks behind on my blog now, I have beeen writing in my sketchbook so I will try to transfer those thoghts as I get time.
Day 0 / 1
Saturday, August 12, 2006/Sunday August 13, 2006
Denver / Philidelphia / Frankfurt / Wiesbaden
I got to DIA far too early so I just wandered around the concourse for a while, I'm so glad I have an ipod. The first flight to Philadelphia was really cool, it was neat to see how the western Jeffersonian grid gave way to a random shaped clustered pattern of farms and city, I missed the Mississippi River, but maybe we didn’t fly over a wide part. It is amazing how green and forested the Appalachian states were. I had about an hour layover in Philadelphia so I got some pizza, and then got back on the plane. I sat in the middle this time so there was no window view. Everyone around me was suddenly speaking german as well. I sat next to a girl from Sweden who had been in the Philadelphia airport since the terrorism in London. She flew there from Baltimore where she was visiting her family, and now she had to fly to Frankfurt and then finally back to Sweden. I'm glad my flights went fine. Both of the movies on the plane were pretty bad, RV with Robin Williams on the first flight and The Shaggy Dog with Tim Allen on the second flight, and of course you could only get sound out of one ear unless you bought the headphones with the special jack.
When the sun came up over Europe they fed us warm orange juice and cold croissants for breakfast, seems backwards to me, but it turns out to just be my first taste of German breakfasts to come. We landed in Frankfurt and then taxied around forever while all the Americans pulled out their cellphones to see if they worked. I took a bus from the plane to the terminal and went through customs, where they barely checked anything, I got may baggage and went to figure out the trains, The train ticket machines were a bit confusing and when I exchanged money I only got bills, I bout some coffee to get change and then bought a ticket to Wiesbaden. On the train to Wiesbaden I sat across from a Grad student from New York who was just finishing a trip in Europe, he was flying out of Frankfurt later that day and was on his way to see Mainz where his mother was born. Upon arriving in Wiesbaden I exited the train station and followed Joe’s map to his brother’s house. I rang the buzzer but no one answered the door, I decided to go walk around and maybe find a phone. I discovered that there was a large wine festival going on in Wiesbaden that week, and if I know Joe then he was probably somewhere in the middle of it. After fruitlessly wandering around the wine festival as well as the rest of Wiesbaden for a couple hours with my backpack on, and failing to get a payphone to accept my change, I wandered back to the apartment. Again, I rang the door bell but no one answered. By this time I was getting a little worried, and kinda pissed off, I turned around to wander off again but this time Joe’s sister and law, Chedder, and Josh pulled into the street with groceries.
I met everyone inside and Joe’s brother barbecued some hamburgers and Sausages out on the front steps. Everyone was still asleep or hung over from the night before, (Kent slept until 5 o’clock) so we didn’t do too much that night. There were some movies and poker and finally Kent, Ian, Josh and I went to a really cool hukka bar with sand on the floors and cool drapery on all of the walls. Later, Joe, Chedder, Josh and I wandered around Wiesbaden again to go get a Döner Kabab. They didn’t look especially appealing to me so I skipped out, I also wasn’t very hungry because of the Jet lag, however I ended up eating half of Kent’s because he couldn’t finish, first of several Döner experiences to come. All in all, a very long day.
Day 0 / 1
Saturday, August 12, 2006/Sunday August 13, 2006
Denver / Philidelphia / Frankfurt / Wiesbaden
I got to DIA far too early so I just wandered around the concourse for a while, I'm so glad I have an ipod. The first flight to Philadelphia was really cool, it was neat to see how the western Jeffersonian grid gave way to a random shaped clustered pattern of farms and city, I missed the Mississippi River, but maybe we didn’t fly over a wide part. It is amazing how green and forested the Appalachian states were. I had about an hour layover in Philadelphia so I got some pizza, and then got back on the plane. I sat in the middle this time so there was no window view. Everyone around me was suddenly speaking german as well. I sat next to a girl from Sweden who had been in the Philadelphia airport since the terrorism in London. She flew there from Baltimore where she was visiting her family, and now she had to fly to Frankfurt and then finally back to Sweden. I'm glad my flights went fine. Both of the movies on the plane were pretty bad, RV with Robin Williams on the first flight and The Shaggy Dog with Tim Allen on the second flight, and of course you could only get sound out of one ear unless you bought the headphones with the special jack.
When the sun came up over Europe they fed us warm orange juice and cold croissants for breakfast, seems backwards to me, but it turns out to just be my first taste of German breakfasts to come. We landed in Frankfurt and then taxied around forever while all the Americans pulled out their cellphones to see if they worked. I took a bus from the plane to the terminal and went through customs, where they barely checked anything, I got may baggage and went to figure out the trains, The train ticket machines were a bit confusing and when I exchanged money I only got bills, I bout some coffee to get change and then bought a ticket to Wiesbaden. On the train to Wiesbaden I sat across from a Grad student from New York who was just finishing a trip in Europe, he was flying out of Frankfurt later that day and was on his way to see Mainz where his mother was born. Upon arriving in Wiesbaden I exited the train station and followed Joe’s map to his brother’s house. I rang the buzzer but no one answered the door, I decided to go walk around and maybe find a phone. I discovered that there was a large wine festival going on in Wiesbaden that week, and if I know Joe then he was probably somewhere in the middle of it. After fruitlessly wandering around the wine festival as well as the rest of Wiesbaden for a couple hours with my backpack on, and failing to get a payphone to accept my change, I wandered back to the apartment. Again, I rang the door bell but no one answered. By this time I was getting a little worried, and kinda pissed off, I turned around to wander off again but this time Joe’s sister and law, Chedder, and Josh pulled into the street with groceries.
I met everyone inside and Joe’s brother barbecued some hamburgers and Sausages out on the front steps. Everyone was still asleep or hung over from the night before, (Kent slept until 5 o’clock) so we didn’t do too much that night. There were some movies and poker and finally Kent, Ian, Josh and I went to a really cool hukka bar with sand on the floors and cool drapery on all of the walls. Later, Joe, Chedder, Josh and I wandered around Wiesbaden again to go get a Döner Kabab. They didn’t look especially appealing to me so I skipped out, I also wasn’t very hungry because of the Jet lag, however I ended up eating half of Kent’s because he couldn’t finish, first of several Döner experiences to come. All in all, a very long day.
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