I took a red-eye from Chicago to Copenhagen, so for the majority of the flight the lights were off. I slept a couple hours, but the rest of the time I was awake. I didn't want to turn on any lights because most of the other people were sleeping. So, I had nothing to do for about five hours. Thankfully Martin, my Swedish seat partner, also could not sleep so we chatted. The last few minutes of the flight I became very ill. As soon as the plane landed and the seatbelt sign turned off I ran to the bathroom and lost the breakfast the flight attendants had just served.
I looked for gum in the airport and found some. As I stood in line to pay I looked around at the drinks the store sold; then I noticed the prices. I left the line to see how much the gum cost. Any guesses? €23,99. Yes, 23 euros and 99 cents; needless to say I put it back. My neighbors on the next would just have to deal with my vomit-breath.
I boarded the plane and arrived in Germany. Once I picked up my bags I met Rachel, who works in the international office as an intern. She was an ERASMUS student from France last year and she is now completely fluent in French, German, and English. Damn Europeans.
We took the train to my dorm and I was shown to my room. I will explain the layout and post some pictures of it later because I am struggling just to write this. Jet-lag. I do, however have some pictures of my neighborhood.
We got to the store and I looked for milk. I found the "milch," however I had no idea what the other words on the carton were, so I did not know if it was cow or soy milk. I went to check-out but neither of the cashier were at the check-out counters. I went to the left one and started loading my food onto the conveyer belt. One of the cashiers behind me said something in German. I thought she said to use the right one but I wasn't sure. The people behind me went to the other one, but I hesitated. The lady came over to me and spouted more in German and put my food on the other station. She was not happy with me.
She rang my stuff up and I paid for it and then dumped coins all over the ground. After I picked them up I realized none of my food was in a bag. Rachel told me that I have to buy one--even though they are plastic. AAAARGGGHHH!!! I walked out of the store with a new plastic bag feeling very stupid.
Bettina, Rachel, and Lydia left and I was on my own. I was very hungry, so I decided to make something to eat. I looked around in the cabinets and realized that I had absolutely no dishes. So, I ate an apple as well as bread and butter for dinner. I unpacked my clothes and toiletries and made my room look nice.
I have never felt so alone in my life. I did not have any way to contact any of my friends and family; I was hungry; and I felt completely overwhelmed. Most of my thoughts revolved around "Why did I come here? What the hell am I doing here?" I laid in bed and sang a song before going to sleep, which made me feel much better.
Alright. I promise I won't always give you the play-by-play of my days, but I think that as I transition the first few days it is important. Especially because my first couple days were so difficult. I will fill you in on the second day as soon as I can. I go to Amsterdam tomorrow, so it probably will not be that day.
Goodnight (or good afternoon for most of you)!