Tuesday, 31 March 2009
06:26:03 PM (GMT)
I wouldn't recommend waking up at three in the morning after three hours of sleep
then going on a small bus (with lots of "short bus" jokes in tow) to the airport.
Then going through security, only to find that one of your
packed a mallet in their carry on, and you're the only person who has a spare carry
on that can be sacrificed to be checked with said mallet. Going backwards through
security, checking your bag, then going back through security is not advised,
It is not all that fun, several hours later, to wade through the Frankfurt airport
looking for the USO because you can't find the shuttle bus that's supposed to pick
you up. However, singing Christmas carols rather loudly improves one's mood. Maddi
finding a (n empty) bottle of vodka underneath a seat in the back of the bus also
funny. Especially when hilarious and serious questions about getting vodka
It is very fun to find that the bus has just been circling, and that you can ride
with the group from Ankara, Turkey, who thankfully are not competeing in your
division and problem. Spending an hour and a half riding to Vogelweh singing crazy
songs at the top of your lungs is also quite enjoyable.
Greek food at the foodcourt is yummy. =]
Hmm. Saturday. I think we did pretty good on spontaneus, but...*shrugs*
Our long-term wasn't all that bad, to tell you the truth. Much better than last
year's and the year before that's. But. We still didn't place. Damnit. SHAPE got
first, and two other schools in Germany once second and third. I actually thought I
had a chance this year because both first and second place was eligible to go
Stateside, but we didn't even place. When there's only five teams and three place,
you know there was something wrong with your preformance.
That night Maddi developed a huge crush on a guy named Chase from Lajes, a base on an
island that belongs to Portugal. He looked sorta like a cross between the dude that
plays the boy in Bridge to Teribithia and a guy in my class at school. She called him
BJ before she found out his name because he had a brown jacket. Weird.
Anyways, Sunday was fairly uneventful. We got up, rode back to Franfurt, found our
gate early (it's a HUGE airport), ate donuts while we waited, checked in, went
through securrity (I swear, it was the button on my pants that set off the alarm),
then found our gate. I swear we were on that little bus that ferries you between the
gate and the plane for at least ten minutes, which is a long time when you're crowded
an inch apart from you and thirty of your closest friends.
My plane was out with the cargos, and there were only forty-eight seats. It's the
only airplane I've ever been on where a) there are steps in the door that actually
reach the ground; b) I can stand on my tip-toes and touch the ceiling with my head;
c) the overhead luggage bins are at eye-level; and d) I couldn't stand up straight in
the bathroom because I hit my head on the ceiling.
Two FUN, turbulant plane rides and one iPod scare later, I was back in
home-sweet-home Naples without my luggage. More fun (note: heavy sarcasm) waiting in
line to fill out the forms for lost luggage, then HOME! I got my bag back today,
after spending yesterday at home playing hookie doing my science project.
Interesting weekend, ya?