Gluten Tag: Day 1, Germany
Guten Tag from Germany, or maybe I should say gluten tag because we're loading up on carbs like no other and we've only been here a few hours. Gluten tag would be a great name for a gluten-free restaurant, so take note that I will indeed make strides towards copyrighting that when I return to the U.S.
I slept for about 3.5-4 hours last night an and am feeling pretty good, hence why my jetlag is revevaling itself through subtle delirium and plethora of bad puns.. The local time here is 3:20 PM and I have made a pact with myself that I will not take a nap because I know that I will inevitably lead to me passing out from sheer exhaustion and not sleeping tonight. The only issue is I have no idea what day it is and keep having to remind myself that it is indeed Wednesday, May 13th and not Friday of next week. Blink 182 should write a sequel to "What's My Age Again" titled "What's This Day Again", as an ode to jet lag and the inevitable confusion that results.
Earlier, Margaret asked me “On a scale of zero to Dance Marathon, how tired are you right now” to which I laughed and replied that I was only a three out of ten. It's all about perspective and considering the fact that I'm on a train in Germany right now, I have absolutely nothing to complain about.
Besides the inevitable sleep deprivation, the flight from Atlanta was extremely comfortable and stress-free. I enjoyed the excuse to watch new release rom-coms, as Margaret and I immediately agreed to not watch Taken 1, 2, or 3, all of which were available for viewing…thanks Delta. I’m convinced my dad is somehow behind this, using fear tactics to help us stay safe in Europe.
We landed this morning in Frankfurt around 8 AM, which is the equivalent of 2AM back on the east coast. Our friend Catherine’s parents live in Frankfurt and her dad was kind enough to pick us up from the airport and take us back to their house for breakfast and a chance to rest and freshen up after the flight. They also had a dog, so I was very happy to say the least.
Around 1, we headed into town to the train station, where we would be activating our Eurorail passes to head to Munich until Friday. It was at the train station where I encountered my first experience of culture shock: Starbucks in German. I’m planning to refrain from getting Starbucks in Europe, but today was a necessity to combat jetlag. I confidently marched up to the counter, took a deep breath and realized that I didn't know how to say skim milk in German and was completely helpless even at an American based chain.
Thank God, people speak English because I would be in trouble if not. I feel extremely rude for the fact that I don't know any German and hate the fact that I may appear as an elitist American who didn't even bother to learn much German, even though my intentions are continuously the farthest from that. Regardless, I'm learning and am sure that my endearing awkwardness will hopefully be immune to the language barrier.
The train ride to Munich is a little over 3 hours. Every so often I look up and witness the gradually changing scenery, transforming from a New York City skyscraper montage to that of the Bavarian countryside. To me, it looks extremely reminiscent of Busch Gardens Williamsburg, which is the closest replication of Europe that I have experienced prior to today. Except this time it's free of the tourists standing their life away in line for The Big Bad Wolf.
We should be on the train for at least another hour until we reach Munich, our first destination. We are staying at a hostel across from the train station. Auf Wiedersang for now!