OK so we almost went to the wrong airport. Googling Detroit International Airport gives you something other than Metro. Something that was wrong and about 20 minutes further. A detail I didn’t notice until 10 minutes before we were supposed to arrive. (Hey, I wasn’t in charge of directions, I assumed the person who printed the MapQuest had my itinerary and all was well.) So I could have easily missed my flight. That would have sucked. But I didn’t and its all good. Security was a breeze. It felt strange. And I was so late, I just walked up to the gate and got in line, and got on the plane. Close.
So flight number one, I sat next to a pretty cool german guy. Ben. He’s 21 on summer holiday visiting a brother in MI. Going to be an engineer. We had great conversation, lots of politic-- I won’t lie. But also, school and trends and fun and normal stuff. Turns out Oktoberfest is as amazing as movies make it seem and then some. He called Beerfest a true representation. I gotta check this out. Also, raised an interesting point about learning your limits with alcohol before learning how to drive seemed like a more logical pattern. Watched Prince of Persia. Eh, don’t bother. There weren’t any super appealing movies, but they did have a good list.
So now I’m sitting in the Amsterdam airport, stranded and alone. Its got me a little nervous, but not as bad as I would think. I’ll feel better when I have my boarding pass. At least I exist then. But since its 10 AM its beautiful and sunny and perky out. I’m not.
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