After trying unsuccessfully to get a few hours of sleep, the alarm went off and it was time to again pack up my things, leave another place I once called home and to sadly say goodbye to my closest friend once again. The trip to the airport was pretty quiet, driving through the dark and rain and we made it in plenty of time. After lots of hugs and tears streaming down my face, I did my last wave to Caro and made my way to the airport gate. It is all so familiar. It’s always so exciting to visit friends and family but it goes by way to fast and then comes the inevitable sad goodbyes. The not-so-nice lady at the ticket counter seemed very annoyed with my unorganized check-in but she toned down her inappropriate attitude a little bit after she saw that I couldn’t really talk nor hold back tears again after a couple minutes into the interaction. I should have taken advantage of the opportunity and tried to cry my way into getting bumped to first class. Dang! Why didn’t I think of that earlier? Before getting to my gate, I picked up a little german chocolate and a book to encourage me to keep up on my German learning and take a little bit of the country back with me. Eat Pray Love is one of my most favorite books and they just happened to have the German version available so I figured what a better book than this since I know the story so well and can sort of figure out what is being said while reading it in German. Just might take me a little longer :) Oh well, I’ve never been a very fast reader anyway. I wonder if they have Cliff-notes ;)
Thankfully, I slept on the first plane, not only because we were sitting on the plane on the ground for an hour and a half before taking off but I was exhausted and it also helped distract me from being so sad. On my second flight now, I have the pleasure of sitting next to Paul Bunyan who just recently finished his second tray of lunch and is now again sprawled out, sleeping with a few crumbs of food in his beard (perhaps for later), his huge legs cramped up to the seat in front of him, and a sock across his eyes held on by one of those sleeping eye covers that rubberband around your head. I’m anxious to see the marks it leaves on his face when he wakes up and takes it off. Awww…cheap entertainment.
I did sleep for an hour though and now I am reminded again that I am sadly going back across the ocean to the states and boy, do I look hot :) I just know I am gonna meet the man of my dreams in day old clothes, distorted sleep hair, swollen eyes, and no makeup. At least then he has something to look forward to, right? Oh well, I am at least able to sit here with sad and happy tears and write a review of the great time I had in Germany and look over the 300+ pictures I took. Lots of hugs, laughs, food, german learning, and memories; a little scar on my hand from my favorite crazy cat; and Sara Barielles will now be a little heart wrenching to listen to but for great reason. I still have another two flights until I reach my final destination, but 4 flights and 24 hours door to door travel back to Chicago is still absolutely worth the trip. A piece of my heart still sits in Heidelberg and always will.
(****Note to Caro**** Ich vermisse dich schon und Ich liebe dich sehr mit alle mein hertz! Danke fuer alles. Ich kann meine leben ohne dich nicht ausmalen. Tschussi aber nur vorerst. Bis drei monate!)
Back to a crazy work day tomorrow but very much looking forward to a trip back home to Scobey to spend time with my whole fam! I’m sure there will be lots of pictures and stories to come. Until next time….aufwiedersehen.
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