Layover in Frankfurt

Trip Start Jul 11, 2008
Trip End Aug 06, 2008

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Flag of Germany  , Hesse,
Saturday, July 12, 2008

    I've just flown the longest direct flight of my life.  11 hours, San Francisco to Frankfurt Germany.  Purchasing my tickets and selecting my seats over 8 months ago, I was in the back of the plane in a nice little section that only had two seats in a row and some comfortable side room between the window and my seat (3/4 the space of a real seat if it were there).  As a nice two seater, if the world was perfect I would have found myself next to a cute German speaking girl flying home from vacation.  Unfortunately, that was not the tale.  The blonde German girl was replaced with a middle aged grandfather from Yemen.  He had 10 kids, including her daughter across the aisle, who's only visible piece of skin was a slit for her eyes, dressed in full black.  The man was nice, but didn't speak good English.  We communicated bathroom breaks with hand gestures rather than words.  For the eleven hours I think I was awake for about 5 of them.  Pulling an all nighter to pack last night paid off fairly well when it came to getting sleep on the flight.  At the moment, I'm sitting in the Frankfurt airport, surrounded by German speaking locals in the lounge.  I quietly plugged my converted laptop into the foreign outlet and buried my head into my computer.  I will feel much more comfortable when I am in France and can understand the conversations of others.  
                One thing I noticed on the way here was the security check-points.  I can completely understand why foreigners don't like us after all.  In San Francisco, the whole process was stressful and chaotic with the TSA men yelling at passengers, trying to act tough and bigger than their size.  In Frankfurt, I went through the same process, but in a much more laid back atmosphere.  It was quite and calm and you could hold a conversation with the TSA officials.  They actually were more accurate then the screening in San Fransisco, as I set off the metal detector and got patted down in Germany and walked right on through in SF. 
                Well I'll post a few photos of my first day of travel.  After all that, I'm not even half way to my destination.  My 30 hours of travel has only begun, but I can say, I love it more than anything.   Walking through a completely foreign airport by yourself is actually kind of fun.  I find myself way more observant and more acute, trying to discover where abouts the people surrounding me are from.  I heard a couple speaking French in the lobby and understood the whole conversation. .. I can't wait till I am in France!
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