DAY ONE: I'm In Germany! AAHHHHH!

I wake up. The first thing I see is a newspaper written in a strange language.  "AAHHHH!!! I'm in Germany!" Awesome!
I'd been asleep in the airport lounge for a while after a very LONG flight.  It took quite a while to fall asleep being that the only chair open was next to a shoeless man that played very loud music with his nose.  It was at that point that I agreed it maybe wasn't the best idea for Britainy P. to have been with me.  She never would've been able to play that off and we both would've been escorted out. 

The second thing I realize, my means of contact are not quite what I had planned.  My 'WHATS' app isn't at all what's up, phone calls are $2.29/minute and I have 100 text for 7 days.  The last time I had that limited text amount it lead to an interesting conversation with my Dad: "Megan, it's time to move to your own phone plan."  Needless to say, The 30minute conversation I was itching to have with my husband was cut down to a tight 2 minutes.

The plane landed at 7am(12am CST).  My next planes doesn't leave until 2:15pm.  In my head, I had planned a $20 bus tour of Heidelberg.  Next, I'd go galavanting to the town of Bavaria where some scenes from the "Sound of Music"(my favorite movie EVER) was shot.  I'd probably be overcome with emotion and never find my way back.  Since I promised my Mom, Husband, Mother-in-Law and Jimmy that I would stay at the airport, that is what I've done.  It's not so bad.

This place is like the Tower of Babel meets Mrs. Universe.  There must be a representative from every place in the world all speaking their own language.  I definitely tried to figure out a few with my super-cool translator app but that didn't end well.  Then this man (the American equivalent to a tourist in NYC), is taking my picture.  No. I wasn't posing and NO, I didn't agree. No, I'm not kidding.  It suddenly dawned on me that he is just as fascinated with this place as I am.  He sees me as a certain 'representative'.  I'm thinking two things, "Crap, I'm the only ONE." Next, "Smulkins could've told me this earlier this week!"  ('SMULKINS'=Graham Ulkins who lived in Germany twice for 10mo.)

It was time to get up and find some food and a bathroom.  I nice lady meets me in the aisle, "You like mee-ssage?"  I politely say no but  decide to keep it as an option by accepting a brochure that I certainly don't understand.  There are so many neat restaurants.  I'm wishing I were more experimental like my Daddy.  Since I'm not, I settle for the first Burger King I see.  "Stick to chicken, Megan.  Stick to chicken.", I keep telling myself.  I asked the lady if they accepted american dollars. She said yes so I proceeded with my order.  "I'd like the #3 - Chicken sandwich combo."  The lady rang it and I begin pulling out my $6.99 as the register said.  She starts writing on a paper and slides it to me with '$12' written on it.  I'm thinking, I know your machine said $6.99 and I did not supersize anything.  Two words quickly popped into my mind: EXCHANGE RATE!  I calmed down my inner 'Berta'(grandmother) and paid $12 for a regular chicken sandwich combo.  I'm thinking, "The 'mee-ssage' is definitely out NOW!"

It's now nearly 12:15 here. I still have two hours before my plane takes off for Moldova and about 25 minutes left of free WIFI.  I wish I had $1 for every look I have gotten.  I might actually have enough money to get a refill with the crazy exchange rate.  I'm taking lots of pictures. When I say lots, I definitely mean LOTS. Most of which, only my baby brother will understand but they're great pictures.  LOL.  I'm looking forward to what the coming days have to offer.  This is only DAY ONE!  Well, that's it for now.  I've got to get checked in. I'll try and blog again later. 

P.S. Mom, call and read this to your Mother! =-)

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