I made it across the pond and back by Wednesday evening, more or less in one piece, and have been recovering / rearranging my apartment / hiding from socialization since then. Before I post my trip reports, here are a few general lessons I’ve learned: – Germans, especially big German men the size of refrigerators, [...]
I arrived in Brussels Airport okay, in one piece and sans the credit card (and other goods) they were trying to push on the flight (is this a new thing these days, where people try and sign you up for credit cards on planes? I guess as long as they’ve got you cornered…). As soon [...]
The first thing I noticed about Germany, peering out the window as the plane descended towards Frankfurt, were the myriad of red rooftops and the vast fields of yellow flowers. I would later find out that these are rapp (sp?) plants, cultivated for oil; rapeseed, perhaps? In a strange way, the landscape was kind of like rural Kansas, or rather, one’s idea of what rural Kansas should look like – more quaint and charming, with the gentle glow of the sunlight warming the brilliant yellow and verdant green acres. These shots of the landscape would work really nicely for our “Beef: It’s What’s for Dinner” commercials, with strains of Aaron Copland in the background.
E picked me up from the airport – he had been there for a week before I came, visiting his grandmother. I’d come in the morning, determined to stubbornly ignore any symptoms of jet lag. Knocking myself out with Dramamine on the overseas flight seemed to do the trick, and I was well rested enough for us to immediately set off for Marburg.
