Welcome to Frankfurt

Hello from Frankfurt! Hallo, rather. My flights were on time, my luggage made it here safely, I’ve got wifi in my hotel — why, things are just primed for disaster! But really, it’s going well so far.

– Due in no small part, I’m sure, to the travel sandwich. I never cross an ocean without one. It’s a rule I live by; it’s all part of treating yourself with a bit of decency. This one was particularly tasty as I sat in the Detroit airport, waiting for my second flight to board.
– I’ve asked for a vegan meal the past couple of long-haul flights I’ve been on, and they’re disappointing, but disappointing in a new way, so that’s fun. Instead of being grossed out by mushy pasta with pools of oil and cheese, I can be modestly satisfied with a strange chickpea curry and instead saddened by the pathetic dessert.
– Frankfurt is really pretty when the leaves are changing colour! I guess it’s been this time of year every other time I’ve visited, but I’ve usually been fatigued by the fair and out only during the dawn and dusk hours. So I take back all the cruel things I’ve said about your appearance, Frankfurt.

– I had hardly been in the city/country/continent for half a dozen hours and I was already able to check off three major tasks: the procuring of A) a German decor magazine (Haus Idee), B) yogurt in a glass jar, and C) hand lotion in a pot.
– Those two photos might be the only ones I’m able to upload while I’m here. I regularly scoff at my MacBook when it warns me about removing my flash card without first ejecting it, and it seems it’s finally laying down the law. After I saved these two photos, I pulled the card out, and now it refuses to recognize it. The light on the reader turns on, and then the fan whirs and whirs (and continues to do so until I shut down the machine), but there’s no intelligent connection between the computer and the card/reader. Anybody have any tips for sweet-talking MacBooks? I suppose I could always buy a USB cable and load directly from the camera, eh? Bother.
– I so recklessly took the card out without ejecting because I decided to have one last stroll for the day, down to the river, to take photos of the sun which was very nearly out (and getting low) and which may not come out again while I’m here. Here’s an idea: if your legs are already killing you, don’t go for a ‘quick stroll’ that winds up having miles of detours. I won’t be surprised if I’m temporarily crippled in the morning.
– Honestly. You just go a bit sedentary for a couple of months and then try to walk a dozen miles on zero hours of sleep, and your body refuses to get with the program. What’s up with that?
– Tomorrow, I’m going to visit two different museum/museum-like establishments. I hate those kinds of places, but I’m very excited. Four words: dinosaur skellingtons and greenhouses. (Not together, although I WISH!)
– I thought I was done, but one last thing: Drinking gallons of water and getting lots of physical activity (walking) really does help with jetlag. Well, I mean, it’s past 9pm and I’m still going strong on my first evening, and that’s unusual. Let’s not think about what will happen when I wake up in the middle of the night, needing to pee but unable to move my legs. Oh ho, the stories I’ll be able to tell!