Frankfurt

Well I guess this is my first entry. 5:12am Chicago time, 12:12pm most-of-Europe time.

I'm growing a beard this semester. And taking pictures each day. And turning them into a video. Here's day one :)

Here's pictures of me packing.

Here's pictures of the Model of the City in Chicago.

My flight has been remarkably good all things considered. There are two aisles, seven seats across, and I had a middle seat, but the guy next to me moved to sit by a friend. SCORE. Two seats and an aisle for me. We also have our own tv screens in front of us, which are touch screens, and we can watch like 10 different movies. I chose Star Trek! Score #2!

We took off around 10pm, on time-ish, impressive considering that their method of boarding was basically calling EVERYONE, who got in a quarter-mile long line in no order while I stayed sitting down and watching the lemmings in amazement. I don't really like picking up my bag every thirty seconds to walk two feet.

Almost two hours after we took off, our dinner service came (DINNER, at midnight). That was after two nice glasses of not-that-nice red wine, and some OJ. Despite two glasses of wine and some chickeny-vegetabley stuff in my stomach and watching a movie, and it being midnight. I slept for maybe an hour I think. I probably laid there half awake with my eyes closed, changing position every fifteen minutes, for about two hours. That was nice. I tried the headphones. No dice. I turned sideways, tried to slouch down. Thought about laying across the two seats. I just can't do the middle-aged-guy-coming-home-from-work-falling-asleep-sitting-up-in-his-favorite-chair-watching-tv thing. Yeah I know, watch who I'm calling middle aged.

So an hour ago I woke up for real when the only person on the plane who apparently wanted to see the rising sun decided to open the window down the aisle from me. Thanks you...lady. Breakfast service came soon thereafter. Guten morgen. Niiiiiiice- four hours after "dinner", at 5am my time, 12pm local time. Between the meals and the non-sleep and seven hour time change, my body's gonna get messed up REAL quick. I just gotta make it through the day. I think after a heavy bier mit dinner I'll be ready for a good snooze tonight.

So now I'm sitting here STILL amazed that the guy across the aisle is STILL using his iPhone. Watching music videos now, but I swear to God that he spent multiple hours I think penning his dissertation or else the mother of all break-up emails, because the whole time he was scrolling up and down, reading and re-reading, and occasionally stopping somewhere to type a little something (hey guy, you know that thing works in landscape mode too now?)

After debarking (disembarking?) I'm now sitting in Frankfurt airport, which feels like an IKEA- there are separate recycling bins for everything, the furniture looks cool, there's stainless steel everywhere, and bright accent colors abound. I like this place. There are airport employees riding little bikes across the airport....

By the way this was my video screen in front of me. It showed cool information about our flight, every once in awhile.

The first bit of "architecture" I saw on my trip, the bathrooms in Frankfurt.