The past 48 hours have been insane. We’ve finally landed in Frankfurt (around Sunday 11:00am local time), and we’ve picked up our luggage. We were taken straight to our hotel, where I definitely went straight for my bed. I am definitely living in a totally different time zone compared to the rest of the population here.
This may come as a surprise to you – again, hopefully you caught my sarcasm – my life is extremely fast-paced with several things going on-the-fly, all the time. So for me, sitting still with nothing to do is more exasperating than being busy, running around. When I told my buddy, Curtis, that I would be blogging my way through personal vacation in Europe, the good ol’ “why” question definitely popped into his mind almost instantaneously. It makes sense – why would one create more work, when they’re going on vacation to relax? Well, for me, I think keeping a blog acts as an outlet for my thoughts – similar to keeping a diary. The inner journalist in me wants to broadcast my experiences, possibly enticing you to embark on a similar journey, and open your eyes on this planet we call home.
It is currently Sunday here, so everything happens to be closed. We stayed in a nearby Sheraton Frankfurt, and as I’m used to living in a busy city, it felt as if it were a ghost-town here! I did not see a single soul roaming the streets.
As for first impressions, I found the European roads to be quite different. I must admit, it was quite intimidating – everyone is driving around in either a Mercedes-Benz or an Audi – and the speeds here are quite fast. Horsepower is definitely not something locals use conservatively here. I suppose it also didn’t help that I couldn’t interpret any of the street signs here. German is the main language here; however you can easily squeeze by with English under your belt. I found a very nice French lady here at the Sheraton, so I found communicating with her far easier in that language.
I woke up around 6:00pm local time, and headed down for dinner. Choice was not plentiful here – again as it was a Sunday, it seemed as if everything was closed – so German hotel cuisine it was. For the foodies out there, I had a roasted pork loin dish, with pepper-cream sauce and lemon-thyme spetzel. My overall first impression of the European culture is quite positive – very positive, with quite the laid-back and laissez-faire attitude – definitely quite different from the hustle-and-bustle of Toronto.
Internet access is quite limited here, and free Wi-Fi usually comes with a time limit. In “Happy Endings” TV slang, “that sooks.” I’m continuing to take many photo and writing blog posts. While I may be slow in posting them up, they’re coming! So stay tuned.