After a sweet, but unfortunately rushed goodbye with Mum and Dad on the front doorstep of Logan's international terminal, my journey to Europe began. My flight from Boston to Frankfurt was pleasant and uneventful, thankfully. If you have not flown with Lufthansa yet, you may be missing out. First, I was struck by the sheer size of the airplane (and the staircase inside), a mass so large that I wondered how the plane would lift off the ground, let alone fly across the Atlantic Ocean. (This phenomenon is not exclusive to Lufthansa, obviously, but I mention it for the sake of sharing initial impressions). The stewardesses graced up and down the aisles on at least nine separate occasions with a cornucopia of water, juice, wine, beer, coffee, tea, and of course the quintessential airplane pretzels- all of which were free and seemingly limitless. How delightful. Dinner on board left much to be desired by way of taste, but I was grateful for the gesture, and luckily breakfast was much better.
Presently I find myself sitting in an ultra-contemporary (maybe "post-modern" is a more appropriate word choice) coffee shop in the Frankfurt airport, waiting for my connecting flight to Paris. The coffee shop is playing the techno version of American pop and hip-hop music-- an odd choice for 6:34 AM local time.
Oh, right, the time difference. Air travel harbors the ability to make afternoons seem like eternities. Even though time back home is 12:30 AM, and the local German time is 6:30 AM, I don't feel particularly tired; I feel as if I'm in the middle of the longest day a human has ever endured. Not complaining one bit, though, I'd share my observations of the people, only I haven't encountered many due to the early hour.
I'm off to buy a latte and start my new book: The Portrait of a Lady by Henry James. I'll write more later. I suspect I will need a few days to figure out my internet situation, so stay tuned!
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