Chasing the Sun and the frost
Day ONE: Im pretty messed up right now. We chased the sun in a plane. We started around 4:20pm and caught up to it around 12:45am. These India people got their pre ordered breakfast served to them first and it made the whole cabin smell like warm toe jam. I almost barfed. I will tell you this… it’s all about the towelettes (no im not talking about midget potties). Towelettes are steamed towels served to you before every meal. Hello America, get with the towelette program.
Frankfurt Intl. Airport is a cold dirty antique like IKEA with a bunch planes. This airport is a huge international hub, hosting every foreign alien known to man. I might as well be a mute though. No seriously, the nice thing about being American is that most other countries understand the English language better than we understand theirs, mostly b/c we are too lazy to learn other languages. There are plenty of those moments when you just look at each other, make funny noises at each other, akwardly pause, and then walk away.
I have seen many buildings older than my country. I have seen dirty magazines (not really hard to find). I have seen extremely small automobiles. I have seen German Rice on steroids. Last but not least, I have seen “the cottage” in Budapest, Hungary. I have heard about it for so long and now I have seen it. Nothing spectacular, but I like it a lot. ITM Budapest has a quaint four story Seminary/Offices/Cottage building featuring a brick paved courtyard. It reminds me of a movie with Slovokian Soldiers blowin smoke around beat up foreign policia cars or somethin. The Seminary has about 180 students attending this semester. Next door to the building are a Hungarian 4 star hotel (American 2 stars) and some other foreign embassys (major plus).
Key finds for Day ONE: My Dad is not in the mafia. Redlights are optional in Budapest (at least for that one cab driver). When you cross the Atlantic Ocean you are no longer in an airplane. You are in an airbus.
Day ONE: Im pretty messed up right now. We chased the sun in a plane. We started around 4:20pm and caught up to it around 12:45am. These India people got their pre ordered breakfast served to them first and it made the whole cabin smell like warm toe jam. I almost barfed. I will tell you this… it’s all about the towelettes (no im not talking about midget potties). Towelettes are steamed towels served to you before every meal. Hello America, get with the towelette program.
Frankfurt Intl. Airport is a cold dirty antique like IKEA with a bunch planes. This airport is a huge international hub, hosting every foreign alien known to man. I might as well be a mute though. No seriously, the nice thing about being American is that most other countries understand the English language better than we understand theirs, mostly b/c we are too lazy to learn other languages. There are plenty of those moments when you just look at each other, make funny noises at each other, akwardly pause, and then walk away.
I have seen many buildings older than my country. I have seen dirty magazines (not really hard to find). I have seen extremely small automobiles. I have seen German Rice on steroids. Last but not least, I have seen “the cottage” in Budapest, Hungary. I have heard about it for so long and now I have seen it. Nothing spectacular, but I like it a lot. ITM Budapest has a quaint four story Seminary/Offices/Cottage building featuring a brick paved courtyard. It reminds me of a movie with Slovokian Soldiers blowin smoke around beat up foreign policia cars or somethin. The Seminary has about 180 students attending this semester. Next door to the building are a Hungarian 4 star hotel (American 2 stars) and some other foreign embassys (major plus).
Key finds for Day ONE: My Dad is not in the mafia. Redlights are optional in Budapest (at least for that one cab driver). When you cross the Atlantic Ocean you are no longer in an airplane. You are in an airbus.
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