The next day I was still loving "my pseudo-america" and all the men in uniform certainly didn't hurt my eyes. I wrote "If lost please return to Ramstein Air Base" on my arm. Had lunch an All-American lunch and set off to go on an adventure.
We visited a town and castle in Germany, and guilty as I feel about it I can't for the life of me remember the name of it. What can I say? I am not a natural when it comes to German.
Kudos to Charlie for agreeing to pose like that! :)
At some point we were in some big plaza, and I drifted off to one of those "tourist traps" to look for a good Germany magnet. I have a small collection. When I turned around to go back to Amber and Charlie, they were utterly and completely gone. Yup, I actually got lost in Germany. I promise that when I wrote that line on my arm that morning I had no intention of actually using it! I tried not to panic, but I couldn't help thinking that I had: 1) No money. 2) No car. 3) No cell phone. 4) No phone number for Charlie or base, and to make things more interesting... 5) No clue about my location.
Here's an Adina fun fact: I have no internal GPS. It's a well known fact that when God was handing out a sense of direction, I wasn't there because I got lost along the way. No joke. So there I was standing in the middle of Germany, hoping to not stay there for the rest of my life. I remembered back to the many many many times when I would get lost as a child. It was actually quite humbling to find that even at 23, a seemingly good enough age to take care of myself, I still felt the slightest bit like crying... I'm not even ashamed to say it because I think that deep down we're all still kids. We're just bigger, more independent, and with better and higher priced toys! ;) I stood there wondering what to do when I realized that the same principle of "stay where you are" applied, so I just stood in that plaza, looking around, hoping that at some point Amber and Charlie would notice that I wasn't there.
This is where I got lost.
It didn't take long until I got distracted taking more pictures. There was even a cute little photo opportunity as a small group of teenagers playing cellos from a local school did an amazing street performance. I had fun getting some shots, and in the middle of it Amber showed up. Thank God, seriously.
The poor guys only got to play about 3 or 4 songs before it started pouring down rain. It seriously rained SO hard that Amber, Charlie, and I had to run into a little covered area for shelter. I have to admit that the more I travel the more I learn to appreciate the weather in Spain, and I don't even live in the really warm area!
They're serious about their rain in Germany. Look at that roof!
Hiding from the rain. This is our "band" picture! :)
We were supposed to meet a friend of a friend at a local restaurant, but she was a no-show. It was just as good of a reason as any to sit in a bar and have a margarita, so no harm done! We just decided to chill at the restaurant and get some dinner. I had snitzel with fies and a delicious mushroom sauce. So good. With happy full bellies we went back to base knowing that we only had a few hours left of our visit.
We decided to not get any sleep, since we had to hit the road before 3 am anyway. There was a fun little sports bar on base that we decided to go to and play some pool. Five minutes after we got in the bar, Amber and Charlie were playing pool when I called her over. Amber turned around to find me sitting down at a table with 7 army guys! Rescue chopper guys + me being an EMT made for a fun conversation about search&rescue, life, family, photography, and everything in between. These guys were headed for Afghanistan just a few hours later.
Their drinks, not mine.
They closed the bar on us which left us with about 20 minutes before we had to hit the road. I of course amused myself for a few minutes by trying on Charlie's uniform and getting a few shots of me looking "Combat-Chic". Later, I know it sounds silly, but I just sat in front of the window and watched the planes sitting under the night sky. I've always loved the Air Force.
We got to the airport at 430 am because Charlie had to report for duty at 6, and had about an hour drive to get back from the airport. Out flight was leaving at 10:50. Then it got delayed. Then people started cutting in line. Then the crazy Ryanair lady decided to go after me because my carry on was too big for their little demo box, though it fits in the overhead compartment, and under the seat. I tried politely to explain to her that I can't check in my gear, and this lady would repeat the same sentence no matter what I said. She was a robot, I am pretty sure. Fortunately I had a plastic bag I always carry with me (mostly in case of rain) and I ended up putting all of my gear in the thin plastic bag and checking in my carry on. I was pretty upset about it though... I won't lie. The flight was pretty normal. My dad was late to pick us up because there was traffic on the way to the airport, which made me late to my first class, in turn falling straight back to my routine.
"Well hello daily routine, I hadn't missed you one bit!"
Finally getting sleep.