The layover

Trip Start Aug 28, 2009
Trip End Nov 24, 2009

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Flag of Germany  , Hesse,
Saturday, August 29, 2009

Oh what an awful awful time.  The flight from Denver to Frankfurt was around 8 hours, 45 minutes.  During that time, I didn't get up once.  I know, I know I'm supposed to.  But I didn't.  I did move my legs around a lot, but I didn't drink much, and my stomach was in such knots from nerves and excitement that I couldn't eat much either.  The plane was huge, 3 seats, row, 4 seats, row then another 3 seats.  I was in the middle section, the second one from the right (or 6th one from the left, depending on how you want to picture it).  The couple on my left were coming to Europe for a photography conference.  The guy is a genious, and I'm not making that up.  He invented the coolest thing ever.  Remember those things from when you're little, the viewer that you would hold up to your eyes and then click the lever to switch from picture to picture?  So, I guess Fujifilm now makes a 3D camera, that you can actually take 3D pictures with!  This is where my neighbor comes in.  He invented one of those viewers that you can load your 3D pictures into.  AMAZING.  He had it with and let me flip through his pictures.  Apparently you can put about 10,000 photos on it, and the pictures are simply incredible.  The camera is only being sold in Japan and will be available in November or so, but his viewer isn't even on sale yet.  When it does come on the market it will be crazy expensive, but how cool is that??  I want to get one eventually.  It takes picture viewing to a whole new level.  I watched "I Love You, Man" and tried watching "Star Trek", I really did.  But, Caitlin, I have to say it- "yawn."  I know you'll hate me for saying that.  But it's true :)  The family in front of me was German and had the cutest little German boys I've ever seen.  I haven't really seen Germans before, so my point of view is a little biased, but still.  I got maybe two hours of sleep, if that.  I've decided that for any long distance flying I will HAVE to be in first class, or at least the first row of economy.  My back was killing me, and I don't know what I would have done without the pillow I brought.  I used that for my lumbar support and the pillow they gave me for the normal use.  It was the hottest flight I've ever been on, I don't know if the air broke or what, but Lord it was hot.  That was the beginning of my not feeling well.  Once we landed and walked into the airport my first thought was "I am in Germany.  I am in f***ing Germany!"  I know that is a horrible first thought.  But that's what it was.  Apparently when I am in shock my mind has no choice but to use profanity.  We landed fifteen minutes earlier than scheduled which was good, because the line to get through security and customs was so long that I would have missed my connecting flight if it hadn't been for those extra minutes.  Standing in line with my heavy backpack made me feel even more sick, and the heat there was almost unbearable.  English was hardly spoken, and I got so excited when I did hear it.  Finally I got through, and got the first stamp ever in my passport.  The next plane was much smaller, and I got the window seat, which at first I was really excited about.  But I soon realized, once we got in the air, that the motion of the plane, plus the turbulance, plus the disgusting smell of cheese sandwiches, was going to make me literally sick.  The couple next to me didn't speak English but I think they understood the motion for "I'm going to vomit if you don't get up in the next few seconds" pretty quickly.  I didn't vomit, in case you are interested, but there was some dry heaving involved.  I spent the remaining hour of the flight with a wet paper towel on my neck, head in my hands and focused on breathing.  I looked out the window as we were coming in and saw the Duomo, proudly sitting above the rest of the red roofed buildings and then had to quickly shut my eyes again and breathe in and out before I got sick.  But I landed in Italy!  And I didn't lose any luggage too, which was actually a pleasant surprise.  My next adventure was about to begin...
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