Wow. So I'm here. Well I've made it. I'm here safe and sound. No Anna, I did not miss my connecting flight in Frankfurt. But you're right. That is a friggin maze. During my 18 hour travelling experience, I've realized something. It was my first time not seeing someone or talking to someone I knew. And thats when it hit me. I wasn't in Kansas anymore. After sitting with two of the most grouchiest European women ever, I got a break and had a three seater on the way too Zurich. Just a note: When ever your flight attendants do not speak a word of english is when you know your "lost in translation". I arrive in Zurich, it's funny how we know we are about to meet someone important and its just a primal instinct to find a mirror and make sure that your presentable, well let me tell you. Presentable was no word to describe me, it say more on the lines of walking pimple and greasy hair. I go through the gates into the luggage claim, which i did find considering everything either ended with -ich or started with ober. I couldn't find my family anywhere, getting a little nervous. So then I decide to break open the kit-bag and pull out the beacon of hope which is also known as the "red blazer". I don't as much as put it on and magically out of nowheres my family of four appear behind the glass.
So I smile and wave,and get my 2000 ton bags off the converbelt,hit a women with one and pop in on a cart. I walk through the exit and a wave of emotion hit me. Wow. So I'm here.
I am told briefly that I have to get my picture taken,but never told the reason why, so we go on this hike around the Zurich airport trying to find a photo-booth, needless to say the picture was a disaster(see description of myself after getting off the plane). So we walked to car and on the way there "breaking free" from high-school musical started playing on the radio(I know, so lame). And at that moment I knew, that this year was one that I was never going to forget.
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