The Journey Thus Far

So, after ten some odd hours of travelling, I have finally arrived in Munich. Currently, I am waiting to board another flight for the hour-long last leg of my (flying) journey to Stuttgart, where I will meet Ute, my director, at the airport.

The journey, thus far, hasn’t been terribly eventful. My mother and I managed to overshoot O’Hare by 6 miles and then had to dink around in the mess that is the Chicago highway system. Long story short: never miss the exit for O’Hare.

I made it to my O’Hare to Toronto flight in plenty of time. The plane was a large flying cigar with two rows with two seats on each side and barely any overhead storage. Fun times. Nothing too interesting with that. Weird to think that Toronto is only like an hour and a half-long flight away from Chicago.

Swanky plane

Then, there was the Toronto to Munich flight, and boy was that swanky. There is no other word to describe this plane. It was its first flight, and it was by far the nicest plane I have ever flown on. There were tablets implanted in the backs of each seat. So the fun little TV thing had a touch screen…so cool. They also had a pretty good selection of movies and TV shows. I finally watched Dr. Strangelove and made a dent in the 7^th season of 30 Rock.

Other than that, nothing too interesting. I sat next to a guy that kind of looked like a blonde Edward Norton (also had the same glazed look in his eyes that he had in Fight Club), so I started imagining a Fight Club scenario where Edward Norton is Tyler Durden from the start and then he tried to convince me to start a Fight Club. Except since I am going to be in Germany, so it’d be a crazy underground German Fight Club—far more intense.

Other than that, I have just been trying to understand the people talking over the loud speakers in German and French—it’s been rough what with the not speaking German since May and the lack of sleep thing. I am also pretty convinced that I am the only American here, which is completely irrational given I am in an international airport. But it seems like everyone understands the German and the French and all the other languages that they keep playing over the loud speakers. Also, I am pretty sure I am the only one wearing shorts. That one seems less irrational.

In any case, that’s about it for things going on here.