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Doing the Frankfurt ShuffleWell, I arrived in Frankfurt and once again, I had first class travel as someone pushed me around the airport. It was too cool. No lines to wait through. I was one of the first people through Customs. Got my bags, and had them wheeled out to a shuttle bus. I then finally took out my digital camera when I saw a cool shot on the bus. But then the "real fun" began.
We arrived at the entry for the train station. And I had no clue where I was going. Fortunately, a German woman took pity and told me where I needed to go to catch the train. I felt bad for her. Her husband wasn't interested in having a dead weight, just wanted to get to the train. So she was looking back watching me as they took off at Mock 10. And what a pathetic sight I was.
Okay, picture it. There I am in the cold, dark and rainy German station. In one hand I have a big grey suitcase AND an autoharp. In the other, a slightly smaller, but still just as bulky brown suitcase, with a tote bag hanging down and two crutches in my hand. I'm shuffling like an old man down this terminal getting NO WHERE fast. My foots hurting, but there's no carts to be seen anywhere!
Well finally, I found someone with a cart and asked where they got it. And I was finally able to get one to put my luggage on. Then I could glide, pushing one foot, or push and hobble with a crutch. And mind you, I still wasn't used to those bloody crutches. So it was very slow and painful going.
But at long last, I got to the ticket counter and got a nice First Class ticket to Vicenza. I found my track and decided I should call my mom. But I searched and searched and found I lost the number!
So I tried to remember the number off the top of my head. I remembered one, so I tried to call it. But I'll be damned if I could figure out the phone system. None of the phones would take coins (I got some Euros at the airport), and I didn't have a phone card. My mom told me most take credit cards, but these didn't.
So I said screw it for now. I'll figure it out when I hit München (aka Munich). Boarded the train and at last relaxed watching the beautiful countryside whizz by me. Practiced some more with my camera and arrived in München.
I'd been to München before so it was nice to see a familiar place. But again, I was burdened with luggage and couldn't seem to get ahold of cart. And I was hungry. So I wandered around until I found a nice stand with some of the wurst sandwhiches I'd ever seen. They were very tasty. Then I hobbled back to the phones to try again.
On the train I found the phone number, but I still had no luck figuring out the phones. I remember using them in Italy, so I said screw it and decided to wait until I got there.
Posted by Marc Gunn on Friday, January 03, 2003 |
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