I chilled in the Frankfurt airport for 6 hours by myself, and got to use a Euro for the first time. I finished part of my reading for the first week of classes. I had half a liter of chocolate milk which contained "schokoladepulver" which I deduced was chocolate powder. Everybody - men, women, and children - all were swishing down beers. It's like that scene with Gaston in the Broadway version of "Beauty and the Beast." Beer is the Diet Coke of Germany. An hour and a half before my connecting flight to Florence I realized I had left my donut pillow on the plane. I was very upset at myself and angry in general, because of the 3 or 4 final phrases my parents imparted to me, one was very definitely, "Please do be very careful as to not lose any of your things." I was frustrated by my irresponsibility and spent that final hour before boarding sulking. Then I read the part in "Gone With the Wind" when Melanie dies and then began tearing up in front of a bunch of Germans. This is why people shoud not travel alone.
Vicky, don't tell Dad about the pillow. I have more than a month to locate a similar one.
On the flight to Florence I met a man easily more than twice my age who gave me his card and invited me to call him so he would organize a party for me and my friends on his farm. OK, right, Mauro. Like I'm going to call you. Like you care about my friends. Like you're going to organize a "Tuscan festival." But this man did kindly help me with my luggage, and I chatted with him long enough to find out he travels to Hong Kong a lot, appreciates classic Greek art, and drives a silver BMW 5-series.
Had a pizza tonight, and something called torta which is absolutely marvelous because it is made with chickpeas but tastes almost like custard.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 3:02 PM
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