It’s almost been a month since my whirlwind trip to the US. It sort of felt like a dream. Because when I was there it felt like i had never left. For example, I thought I had learned to let go my time anxieties since being in Botswana but then with the hectic wedding schedule I went back into my old ways of looking at my watch, obsessive reminders to people that we are in a hurry and a constant anxiety when we were running late. But I now see that I get it from my Dad. There only thing that kept reminding me that I had left was the wedding guests that kept asking me about Botswana and then I remembered , ‘oh yeah, i live in Africa.’ It wasn’t hard to return because at the end all my family was going to the seperate destinations and it was just like, ‘ok, here I go… back to my village.’
On my way home, I had a nine hour layover in Frankfurt. After perusing the lonely planet germany book in the boston airport, I decided that it would be easy enough to just travel into Frankfurt for a couple of those hours. And i did. As far as European cities go, Frankfurt’s ok. But i walked around, figured out the how to buy a train ticket, took a nap by the river, ate a very delicious pastry and bought some german chocolate with my leftover euros. Definitely the preferred method of spending a layover that falls between 11 AM and 7 PM.