Stepping out of the car and into the airport alone was sobering to say the least. I had a little trouble trying to get my boarding passes as everything is automated now and the kiosk I was at demanded I get an agent's badge to allow me to get my passes and check my bag in. Of course no one came to help me and the one guy I went to ask was extremely rude. Nevertheless, I got my passes and checked my bag in (after having to rummage through the entire bag to find a personal charger I forgot I couldn't bring). Security was a breeze and I didn't even need to use the appointment I set up.
After waiting a couple of hours to board the flight, I finally got on and headed to my middle seat. Thankfully my middle seat was separating a couple and I was offered the aisle seat so they could sit together! Unfortunately the man I swapped with got my middle seat's broken entertainment screen, but he didn't seem to mind. I was extremely impressed by the amenities the flight offered. I was fed pretty well and had got to drink lots of cans of lemonade (I learned the hard way that I can't be trusted with a cup after I spilled an almost full cup of apple juice over myself. Having wet sticky legs for a 9 hour flight isn't too fun).
For the duration of the flight I listened to a podcast about the Boston Molasses Disaster (who knew 2 million gallons of molasses could do so much damage), read half of my book, All Quiet on The Western Front, and tried my best to sleep. Turns out my new neck pillow does have a correct orientation which I didn't discover until there was less than 30 minutes on the flight. I am looking forward to using it correctly on this next leg of travel.
After finally landing for my 12.5 hour layover, I headed straight to customs (no crime done for me, they scanned my face AND fingerprints), dropped off my bag at baggfvgage storage, purchased a day pass, and on the S8 train to Frankfurt. I wanted to do a little bit of solo travel to get a taste of what studying abroad in Europe might look like next year. I make all of that sound easy but it was quite the nerve-wracking experience as I don't have an international phone plan and was doing everything the old fashioned way (I downloaded a map of Frankfurt and wrote down some instructions from the internet). I thankfully made it to Frankfurt's main station with ease and hopped off to go walk about 25 minutes through Frankfurt's downtown to make it to their "Old Town" called Romerburg. It was absolutely gorgeous there! Classic architecture, gothic cathedrals, and just a lot to see. Since there was so much to take in, I simply just walked around the area to get my bearings and see where I might want to go. I spent a while walking next to the beautiful river and over cool walking bridges. After getting a sense of what the area had to offer, I stopped at the Cathedral of St. Bartholomew. It was gorgeous. There was so much history and holiness in one place! I learned that this cathedral was the only building standing in Frankfurt after WWII!
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Afterwards, I walked to another smaller, but still impressive cathedral before heading to a local cafe for lunch along with an archeological museum. I never knew how much influence the Romans had in that area or the fact that they had some pretty established architecture in the area. I got there 20 minutes before they started serving food, but they still let me order. I got schnitzel and apfelwein (like an apple beer) and it was fantastic (drinking age is 18 so I'm not doing anything illegal)!
My view was of the river and I got to people watch for a good hour and a half. Such a cool variety of vehicles drove by and discovered that a ton of people smoke cigarettes here; I would've never thought. Once I was finished with lunch, I did some more walking around, took lots of pictures, and ended up at a gift shop in the main plaza. I ended up buying a boot shaped shot glass to commemorate my time in Frankfurt.
At this point I was pretty exhausted. My heavy backpack and lack of access to free water (unlike the US there are NO water bottle filling stations in sight and I didn't feel like paying 5 euros for a tiny bottle that would hardly quench my thirst) led me to start walking back to the train station to head back to the airport. It was a longer walk back as I decided to take a route that ran across the river. It was a pretty warm and humid walk but overall pretty enjoyable. Once I got back to the station, which had an impressive amount of construction going on along with a bus on train collision, it was hectic to find where I needed to go. I just guessed that I needed to get back on an 'S' train and followed signs that had an airplane. I knew I was in the right spot when I saw a bunch of people in suitcases and hopped on the next S8 train. The train this time around was brutally hot and I realized that here in Germany, there isn't a ton of AC. Even as I'm writing this now in the airport at my gate, it's decently warm here.
After getting off the train, I was honestly kind of lost. I hadn't realized that this airport had a ton of identical looking floors and needed to go up two flights of stairs to get to my baggage storage. After wandering around and contemplating asking for help, I found the right escalator and retrieved my baggage (it cost 12 euros to hold it which was totally worth it; dragging around my carryon would've been a nightmare on the cobbled streets of Romberburg). Going through security was almost seamless if I didn't forget the tiniest water bottle I got on the plane ride in my backpack. At this airport they actually let you keep your water (for reasons I'll disclose soon) as long as they test it first. I'm not sure how they did it, but they kept the water bottle sealed which was nice.
Once I collected my things, I went through customs extremely quickly and was ready to find my gate, B43. At this point it was around 3pm and my flight didn't take off until 10pm so I had plenty of time to kill. However, I needed to quench my dying thirst and realized why they let me bring my water through. There is essentially NOWHERE to fill up a water bottle in this entire airport. Unlike DIA where you can find a water bottle station at every single bathroom, there were none to be found. I had to search for 15 minutes to finally find a dinky water fountain to fill up my water bottle. After finally getting hydrated, I took a couple hour nap on airport lounge chairs only halfway sleeping as I was worried someone might steal my stuff. When I woke up I walked around to find something to eat, hopped on the plane and was off to Ethiopia for 2.5 hour layover.
