Express By Holiday Inn Frankfurt Messe

Again it seems to be an escape from the inevitable. But somehow I actually think it's way more than that.<br><br>Why do I think that? I'm sure you are wondering what special thing happened at the end of my last entry in the first world trip ...

It was sooooo cold in Frankfurt, we didn't want to spend much time here since we had no winter clothing. WE got in late, went to our hotel, then back to the airport to get our flight to Bangkok moved up. We though it would be at 8 that night, but they managed to get us on the next flight out, which was pretty much within the hour. Woohooo! I also kept speaking Italian in Germany... so confused with all the languages.

... agent and encountered my first, stern, mean German official's disgusted look and firm point up the stairs. There are signs in English and arabic numbers but they are not exactly numerous or clear, but I find my way to some signs indicating the way to Gate B 62. On my way, I locate a duty free shop that sells wine and after much effort at trying to find an Australian Syrah, I finally settled on something that might be a cab from Italy ...

... their walls, not to mention some German candies.<br><br>Unfortunately it was time to call it a trip, so we all piled in the car and Flo kindly drove us home on the ultra-efficient Autobahn where nobody drives slowly in the left lane.<br><br>Auf wiedersehen! It was a great trip!<br><br>Pam and Glenn said: <br><br>Pam&#8217;s first observation of her old high school alma mater town of Frankfurt was that it had not changed much. From the Bahnhoff down ...

... otra vez con el tiempo pisándonos los talones! ya estabamos otra vez con prisas! ya estaba Naxín nervioso!. <br><br>Al cabo de una hora, llegabamos al otro aeropuerto, aeropuerto I-N-M-E-N-S-O, y nos fuimos a cenar al Mcdonalds que estaba abierto a esas horas y tampoco queriamos ponernos a dar más vueltas, allí fue donde vimos las enormes salsas de Ketchup y mostaza en sobrecitos, donde David cogió unas cuantas bolsitas por ''si acaso'', sí señores, el chico iba cogiendo ...

... which I ended up needing. In Dallas, due to some "security breach," they shut down the train and I had to jog roughly a mile-with my two carry ons-to get from the gate at which my puddle jumper arrived to the international gate from which my cruise ship with wings would take off. "Just my luck," I thought, "I am going to arrive just in time to find that they gave MY seat away to someone on standby ...

... Shukran' I said to the driver as we head toward the building... He smiled , looked surprise and delighted that we tried to speak Arabic.. Pass thru first security just to get into the airport but discovered there is nothing to get food and the check-in counter is not going to open for 2 hours.. You cannot check in too early .. Rats.. Finally the counter opened, they even checked our carry on for size and weight ...