So I'm back in Chicago.
Wednesday night, I was at a barbecue at a friend's house in Annweiler (where Trifels is, the castle where Richard Lionheart was briefly imprisoned after his stint in the crusades). Got home at about half past midnight...and woke up again at 4:45am on Thursday to chug some coffee, pack my toiletries, and make my way to the Landau Hauptbahnhof. My train left at 5:54am, I was in Frankfurt Flughafen by 8:06am, where I was selected for special screening. The only thing that the inspectors were interested in checking out was the teddy bear that ensignredshu had sent me for Valentine's Day (and whose head was poking cutely out of my backpack. I suppose I look more like the type of guy who would try to smuggle drugs in a teddy bear's tummy than sleep with one.
Anyway, two flights, several hours, and Rush Hour 2 and In Good Company later, I was at O'Hare. By 5pm (midnight to my poor, tired self), I was back home in the apartment I hadn't seen since September 4th. I managed to stay awake and social with ensignredshu until about 8pm (3am) - unpacking, shower, Pizza Hut, birthday presents...but the attempt to watch Firefly was too much for me, and I conked out. And now, at 4am in the morning (11am), I am wide awake, writing an LJ entry.
Gotta love jet lag.
Anyway, at my friend's house in Annweiler, my last night in Germany, I found myself telling the story of my very first night in Germany...a story which I never actually related in LJ. And so here it goes. ( weiter lesen...Collapse )