Frankfurt airport was my introduction to Germany but before I landed I was able to see a little of the countryside from the air. My first impression was the flat land and shortage of trees. It seemed that the farm land was immense and the cities or maybe I should say villages were unique. At first I couldnít quite put my finger on what the difference was, but at last I realized that the houses were grouped in a different way.
They were all together with no gradual separation as you moved away from the center. When you left the village center that was it. No more houses. No gradual spreading apart as you moved out. Just land. Immaculate land. Groomed to the T. No weeds, brush, and rarely a tree. Everything was divided up into neat square plots, several acres large. It was hard to tell the size of the land but maybe the squares were more like 20 or 30 acres. Some were green and some brown tilled earth. It resembled a patchwork quilt. What I donít remember seeing were farms by American standards. Farmhouse, barns, chicken house etc. Just the land and very compact villages.
we approached Frankfurt I saw the River snaking its way beneath me and
the barges on the river. Then I saw forests. Lots
of trees. I felt better.
Frankfurt airport was immense! I thought Boston was big. I wasnít prepared for the difference. It was too big to comprehend. When the plane stopped everyone stood up and I was in the last row I decided to wait so I watched out the window at the activity below. Dozens of vehicles moved around below in what I could only describe as a ballet. Everyone knew what to do, and lined up their vehicle to prepare for the unloading of this huge plane. It moved so gracefully and quickly. I was reminded of the "dozers" on Fraggle Rock! So busy doing their thing. But my view was interrupted by a voice behind me wondering if I was leaving? The plane was empty! I couldnít believe it . Either I was too distracted to keep track of time or 300 people got off that plane awfully fast!
|As I entered the airport I saw no sign of my husband Rick, who was to meet me, so I followed the long hallway in front of me and tried to figure where to go. I canít quite remember what made me go the way I did but I think it must have been symbols of luggage. After turning down numerous corridors following those signs I eventually came to booths for showing your passports. I waited in the line that looked like it was for non Germans and I was correct. After showing my passport there were more corridors and finally dozens of luggage corrals. I looked around and still no sign of my husband so I looked for a way to tell which one held my luggage. I saw a sign with the origin of the flight and which carousel to go to. I went over about 4 or 5 carousels down and there was my luggage spinning around. I grabbed it off and then wondered what to do. At that point I had four pieces of baggage including one I couldnít even lift. By this time I was so exhausted, I dragged my luggage and sat on the nearest bench. I watched the other people around me and realized I needed one of those carts they were all wheeling their luggage around on. There was a stack of them not to far away so I went and got one leaving my luggage in the hands of God. I struggled to lift my heaviest bag and the others onto the cart and then began to wonder what to do next. It seemed that most of the people were heading in one direction so I decided to follow and eventually found two ways out and chose the one I hoped was correct and low and behold, there he was, Rick. I was so relieved. Once I made it through the wall of glass that separated us I felt like collapsing. But after a big hug and kiss, he grabbed another cart and redistributed the luggage and guided me out. It was another long trek through the terminal including several escalators that the luggage carts were engineered to ride on. Then we crossed through a glassed in walkway connected to the Parking Garage which in itself was the size of several large football stadiums. We finally had to leave the carts and drag the luggage around till we found our car several levels down. Ahhhh!|
Now it was my time to experience another new experience. The Autobahn! I couldnít believe how fast everyone was going including my husband who was already adept at keeping alive on that road with no speed limit! He took pity on me and took it easy so to speak and we headed for Heidelberg. I was so tired at this point I hardly remember the 45 minute trip. When we arrived at the Hotel I remained in a stupor until falling asleep several hours later