It's comical how much I stick out as an American without even trying. While going through security and customs in Germany they automatically speak to me in English. Or once I stare at them blankly for long enough then they repeat themselves in English. So I flew on a German airline, Lufthansa - don't ask me to pronounce it because as much as I try I always feel wrong. The only real language barrier I experienced so far is that the flight attendant didn't understand when I said vodka - she said "we have juice, diet coke, coke, and sprite". So that's either her not understanding that I was trying to get bombed on the flight or she thought I wasn't old enough to drink. It might be the fact I'm carrying a stuffed animal through the airport but hey Wishbone wants to be a world traveler too. What would Sweden be without my best dog; however the traveling hasn't been too kind to his coat so we might look into getting him some new stylish Swedish clothes.
As for the rest of the first flight it wasn't bad. Except for the fact that wine and cognac were offered twice after dinner and not to me. Hmmph. And that I slept through breakfast but otherwise I slept contently trying to combat the jet lag battle early.
The bathrooms in the Frankfurt airport are basically an upgraded biffy - legitimately a closet turned into a bathroom. If only my layover was longer and I understood what the bartender was saying then I would've had a drink before my second flight. Although my layover was at 830am there were plenty of people in the airport drinking - now that's what I like to see and could get used to. But instead ill just sit with my iPhone, iPod, wishbone, northface backpack, and northface coat with the word "American" stamped across my forehead.
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