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After a 7 hour flight, I find myself sitting at my gate in the Frankfurt Airport listening to the charming voices over the intercom politely notifying customers of where to find their gates... quite nice for what I would consider to be 3:30am. I’m restful now, but a very turbulent flight and 45 minutes of walking through the airport later (seriously, I felt like I was going to end up at the Brandenburg gate in Berlin). It’s overcast and snowy here in Frankfurt and I realized this morning why they had so much trouble with clearing snow in the past week: they’re currently using little trucks with plows on the front. About 20 of them, lined up along the runway ready to push the snow around. I giggled, mostly out of exhaustion, but the guy from Belarus next to me also thought it was funny - or maybe he was laughing at my not being able to stop giggling? Anywho, the Tunisian lady on the other side of me was quite excited to get home away from the snow... If Matthias wasn’t waiting for me in Stuttgart then I would have asked her to switch tickets. Tunisia sounds nice, right? Try explaining that one to the man waiting at the baggage claim in Southern Germany. My first impressions of Germany here in the airport aren’t true to life outside these bilingual walls. The lady behind the Lufthansa desk has spoken at least 4 languages since the 10 minutes I’ve been sitting here, and I haven’t heard much German. Though I must say... This is the FIRST time in my life where I’ve travelled somewhere and most people are caucasian and I have NO idea what they’re saying. Might sound far-fetched, but I was thinking about that on my walk down the eternal hallway, the two elevator rides, the 1km of moving floor and the long tread down the A terminal... It’s an interesting feeling...

Cedric also made it to Frankfurt!