Auf Wiedersehen, danke

Trip Start Sep 22, 2010
Trip End Oct 07, 2010

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Flag of Germany  , Hesse,
Friday, September 24, 2010

Despite the German airlines attempts to make us comfortable I don't think I slept at all last night, despite my wish for a "solid 4 hours". After crawling into bed around 1AM, I lay awake thinking about our 530 AM wake up call, our chances of making it on standby to Marseille in the morning and whether the clothes I had handwashed in the sink would be dry.

Well we didn't make the flight. Along with a lot of other people. Seeing people from all over crowd around the desk at the gate made me feel so bad for the lady working for the airline. I know people are tired and stressed, but do they have to be mean?

Along with our new found friend from Lithuania (she was traveling alone and I spontaneously hugged her when our flight was canceled) we made our way to the customer service counter to find out what we could do. Our options were to take a chance and go on standby in the afternoon, or book the 2115 flight. Never much for gambling, we opted to go for the sure thing. The clerk was very kind, she suggested we spend the day in town, even giving us the name of the metro stop.

I decided, if nothing else, this would make my mother happy. It's something she would do, make the best of an unfortunate situation. And she would be excited to see pictures of a place she had never been.

Frankfurt still wouldn't top my list of places to see, but if you're in the area, it's still worth a look. It is the fifth largest city in Germany and the financial and transportation centre of the country. We saw beautiful old buildings (mostly restored, sadly, as we later found out), walked along the Main River and sipped drinks at a "kaffe".

I was finally starting to enjoy myself again. It's funny, I had to keep reminding myself that getting out of the Frankfurt airport was just the beginning, and not the end of the adventure. A middle-aged German man, intrigued by our accents, struck up a conversation with us at a coffee shop and we exchanged information about our respective countries. He said I "looked German" and that we didn't look Canadian at all. I think what he was saying was that I looked like him, like a human being, and somehow he found this surprising. Hahah. This was exactly what I had always wanted to do, see new things, meet new people and learn in the process.

We had schnitzel for supper at a bar in Frankfurt (mine came with "green sauce" a kind of creamy dill sauce served in a gravy boat) and made our way to a nearby metro stop and back to the train station.

I'll always think of Frankfurt as the unexpected friend of this trip. Thanks for the hospitality.

And after 57 hours of traveling, we finally left Germany. Auf Weidersehen, danke.
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