The journey begins.

If I remember correctly, the journey from the states to here was long and drawn out. But it didn't kill me, so I guess that's good. Basically this is how it transpired: Columbus, Chicago, Dublin, Frankfurt, Stuttgart. Everything was on time, so that was nice. The only things I have comments about really is that O'Hare is a sucky airport, and so is Dublin. O'Hare's international terminal basically lacked in terms of everything, especially food. Dublin was just confusing as hell. However, the Aer Lingus check-in counter thing was cool because it was all green and sparkly!

It was in the Dublin airport that I got to use the Euro for the first time! I bought a smoothie, how exciting. And there were a lot of Irish people in the airport, it was really too bad we couldn't have hung out in Ireland for a couple days. Oh well, right?

Everything until after we got to Frankfurt was pretty boring I guess, but after we got our bags I guess is when the fun began. Let's see, so I had with me: a large suitcase, a large duffel bag, my Rose backpack, and my purse; all of course jam packed with as much shit as possible. Kelley also had a crap ton of stuff with her as well, so we got lots of stares while wheeling our stuff around Frankfurt airport. And that wasn't even so terrible, but things got more fun with the train ride.

So the train comes, and we're all like, "Woo!" Oh, but first I even remembered to take a picture of the terminal. So here it is. Yup there are like all the German people and stuff. Yea that wasn't our train, but ours looked just like it. But anyway, so we were all excited for the train until we realized we had to get all our stuff up the stairs and then put it somewhere once we were on the train. The train ride was about an hour or so, and I think we spent about 15 minutes actually sitting down and about 45 minutes moving our stuff around so that it wouldn't piss off other passengers. But yea, so apparently the train people don't like it when you have two tickets but you use four other seats to put your stuff in, haha. Nevertheless, we made it to Stuttgart. The taxi drivers weren't too happy to see all of our luggage either, but we found a guy with a nice station wagon (and yes, it was a Mercedes) to take us to our hostel. The taxi drivers spoke a little bit of English, but we knew enough to be like, "Take us here," and "Thanks. Here is your money." But anyway, so he dropped us off in from of our hostel, and so begins the next chapter: "Fun with Hostels."