After all my time spent on airplanes, I don't really stress out about them anymore. However, this all changed after watching the 6 seasons of Lost. On the plane from Seattle to London I experienced 45 minutes of extreme turbulence. I'm talking glasses clinking, bags falling, and several very anxious people gripping their arm rests. I guess they have seen Lost too. My anxiety grew and grew and eventually I had my journal out and I was scribbling down 3 pages of desperate prayers saying GOD SAVE THE PLANE... haha I just kept replaying episode one of Lost and thinking about what I would do if the airplane were to suddenly snap in half. Rose would be sitting next to me saying "don't worry the plane wants to stay in the air" and Jack Sheppard would be stressing out behind me. Twenty minutes the plane was chilling in the air like nothing had happened. The flight attendants came out and several people chose the wine over ginger ale. This was my first dramatic moment of the trip.
I went to London for a couple days but it seems like a miniscule detail of my trip so I won't give an elaborate description of my events. 3 hour bus tour, no shopping, pub crawling, and getting to know the people in my group, whom i love! There are 30 girls and like 13 boys.
Munich, Germany.. ha. It was a good time. We were only there for one night but I definitely feel like I surpassed my expectations. Five of us girls went to a cafe to get some lunch. People say all Germans speak English. These people are lying to you. The result of this was a miscommunication in ordering, leading to my retrieval of a crusty bun covered with burnt cheddar. We sat around and awkwardly ate our meal, experimenting with nutella and marmalade spread. We were laughing but stopped after noticing everyone was staring (glaring) at us. oops.
After our almost lunch, we were forced to go on a three hour bus tour of the city. I'm not normally a fan of touristy things and this was no different. I fell asleep. From the bus, all the buildings look like rectangles. They are all pink, white, gray, or yellow. There are some amazing buildings but the architecture was not as cool as London. When we got off the bus and finally started walking around, I fell in love. Munich has so much charm. I love the winding streets and the old buildings. I love the Bavarian decorations. I love the scary german accents and fur coats. Our entire group went out that night to the Hofbrauhaus, a famous German beer hall. I believe it was build sometime in the fifteen hundreds. Basically its a huge building with long tables and benches, filled with locals and tourists. The room was full when we got there so we had to stalk a table and make the occupiers uncomfortable with our staring until they hit the road. To order, you have to "hail" the waiter or waitress (this means flap your arms around like a crazy person). The beer comes in a huge glass, probably ten inches tall. We were there for quite a while.
After the Hofbrahaus, we hung around outside, looking like a bunch of drunk Americans. Which we were. Someone has the great idea to take a cab to the clubbing district of Munich. We weren't sure if such a thing actually existed but we were trusting the words of a local. A small group of us grabbed a taxi and attempted to explain where we were trying to go. "There's like 4 clubs?" He replied" Oh ho ho ho, not four, TWENTY" in a thick german accent. He was indeed right. The clubbing district looked like a carnival. It was a block of clubs in the middle of no where. Dance beatz came out from every door. We were ushered into the first one, and I'm not sure how we ever made it home.
I have definitely been rambling on here, but that's what happens when I am away from my computer for several days. I now have internet so I should be able to update my blog more frequently.
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