Well, I made it safely to Germany! It was definitely a long trip, and running to catch connecting flights now seems to be the least stressful moments of this first day (days?).
I’m not even sure what day it is.
We arrived at the airport in Cedar Rapids on Saturday afternoon ready to go. It took us a while to check in because there was a huge family in front of us that seemed to be having a lot of trouble with their luggage, along with another family whose flights were cancelled. (I should’ve seen this as foreshadowing…)
Finally we made it to our gate, only to find 2 other Camp Adventure interns waiting to depart for Hawaii on their flight that was over an hour late. I’m hoping they made their connections!
We got to Chicago safely, a little late but overall not bad. We decided to find our next gate & then get some food. However, my boarding passes would only print for my first flight from Cedar Rapids (didn’t happen to the other 4 for whatever reason) so I had to get those printed while the other girls found lunch. As he was printing my boarding pass he made the announcement that our flight was already beginning to board. So we hurried up to find everyone, and I ended up eating McDonald’s as our flight departed Chicago towards Montreal.
Montreal was a fun trip as well. We were scheduled to arrive at 6:15pm with our next flight’s boarding time at 6:05pm. Not a huge deal, but of course our flight came in around 6:30. So once we landed we did our best to rush off to find our next gate. However, that wasn’t going to be so easy as everyone’s valet checked luggage showed up, except mine & one other passenger’s. So Andrea & I sent the other 3 girls to find our next flight so they could at least make it while we waited for my bag. Once my bag arrived (they just “forgot it” downstairs) we ran through the airport to find our next flight. Thankfully everyone in Montreal is very nice, maybe a little too nice. Every attendant that we passed, either at a desk or just walking around, stopped us to ask where we were headed to make sure we were going the right direction. Finally we made it downstairs to the customs counter where they would check our passports & boarding passes. As Andrea & I arrived there, we saw the other 3 girls waiting in line. (hopefully you’ve caught on to the recurring theme & title of this post by now). So we waited, not so patiently, for our passports to be checked & were off and running again. As we entered the next terminal we genuinely had no clue where we were going, but knew we had little time to get there, so we ran. Thankfully as we were running an announcement came over the speakers calling for last call for our flight, telling us which gate to report to. So after rushing & running and finally catching our breath, we waited in line to board our flight.
At this time it was just minutes before 7 and our flight was scheduled to leave at 7. We got on our flight & found our seats (over 65 rows with 9 across) and got settled. By the time I found my seat the flight attendant assured me that my carry on bag was not going to find room near my seat (row 43). She directed me to bring my bag up to row 21 where I would find room. I then told her I would need some assistance lifting my bag (bad combination of my height & the weight of the bag). For whatever reason she was not impressed with this request and made no attempt to help me. Thankfully the guy sitting in a seat nearby (the one I probably would’ve hit had I tried to lift the bag myself) offered to help.
The flight into Frankfurt was a long one, scheduled for 7 hours & overnight so it would be perfect to just sleep and overcome jet lag. Of course, that’s easier said than done. After waiting almost an hour before we took off (without an explanation) I was already restless. I watched a movie & some TV and was surprisingly not tired after a stressful day. I’m convinced that sitting in the middle seat didn’t help either.
One guarantee with long international flights is that you’re going to meet some interesting people. The woman to my right is from Ruwanda, living in Montreal and heading home to visit her family. As I approached the row to find my seat, she had to ask another passenger how to undo her seatbelt. She was a very nice lady, not too great at English but we managed a decent conversation. I then helped her use the TV/movie screen & how to use the headphones and she was good to go.
The guy sitting to the left of me in the window seat didn’t have much to say for most of the flight. I was a little bummed that he kept the window shades drawn for the entire flight, but I guess it’s nothing I haven’t already seen. At the end of the flight we talked for a little bit. He is a student in Montreal & is heading home to Saudi Arabia for the break from school.
After sitting with these 2, suddenly my story didn’t seem so fascinating.
Finally, we arrived in Frankfurt !!! It was just before 9am on Sunday morning. The best part about rushing to our flight in Montreal was that our 5 bags were the first 5 down the baggage claim. We were all thankful & knew that it could never happen twice.
Once we got our bags we changed out of our PJs to be presentable for the MWR personnel picking us up, where we met 3 other interns. One was on his way to Vicenza (Italy) but the airline valet checked his bag for the smaller flight but accidentally sent it to baggage claim. Luckily he had a long layover in Frankfurt so it wasn’t a huge deal.
We made our way to the USO where we met up with even more interns headed to Kaiserslautern (K-Town) & Baumholder. The K-Town group went on their way & I stayed with the Baumholder group for a while. The USO is for active duty military and were nice enough to let us hang around too.
After many phone calls & delayed & cancelled flights, I finally got my rental car around 1pm. The car Camp A rented for me is a manual, which I’d practiced on a little in Iowa. However, once I got the car I quickly realized I was not ready. I did my best to make it a little ways, but not far out of the airport with the snowy roads made me realize this wasn’t a good idea. I went back to the rental place (after making may German drivers angry) to switch the car out. The rental return attendant was very patient with me, although I knew he was thinking “stupid American”
So I exchanged my cute Opel Astra for a Mercedes Benz. Not a bad trade, but I’m still not sure how much I was charged for the exchange. The receipt from the rental company is pretty vague so I think I’m going to call the company tomorrow.
After just over an hour of driving in the snow, and calling Melissa (the current PC in K-Town) because I was lost even with the GPS, I made it safely to the K-town base in Landstuhl. Finally.
The housing here is really nice, family style apartments with 2-4 bedrooms, full kitchen dining & living room, laundry & 2 bathrooms in each. I have my own room & my own bathroom, which are pretty nice. I’m still fighting with the internet, Melissa gave me her wireless internet stick & I paid the 25Euro to get unlimited internet for the month, but my computer doesn’t seem to like it. I’ve been trying it out a few different ways and it doesn’t seem to be working so we’ll see what happens.
Monday morning we woke up bright & early to head to the pass & ID place, only to find out that it doesn’t open until 9 (we got there at 8). So we started our orientation & went to get our passes later.
Around noon we were informed that the road conditions have been changed to “red” which is the code the military uses. Once the roads turn red, military vehicles aren’t advised to travel anymore, which of course caused problems with our airport pickups. But even our orientation ended up being cut short. They had to drive us back to our housing (about 20 minutes) so that we would be able to get on base & the staff could get home in case the roads went to “black” (no travel). So the 15-20 minute drive took us about an hour. The autobahn was packed with cars (we assume there was an accident) so we took our own little detour through some smaller towns. The snow was coming down pretty good, but it was so gorgeous. I was just thankful that 1- I no longer had a manual car & 2- I wasn’t driving. :) Here is a picture of the autobahn just when we took it for the last stretch into Landstuhl.

Out of my 23 staff at 3 sites, 14 arrived on Sunday. So that meant a lot of phone calls & rescheduling of flights. Thankfully all but 2 have arrived as of tonight (Monday night). Those 2 will be flying in on Wednesday & Thursday.
As you can probably tell it’s been quite an adventure these past 2 days. I’m constantly confused as to what day it is and just hoping to get adjusted soon. For tomorrow’s orientation the trainers are coming to us because they figured it’d be easier to transport 3 trainers instead of 11 interns. I’m personally thankful for that :)
This first post from Germany is a long & eventful one. Hopefully this won’t continue. This Friday (the 24th) is a federal holiday so we’ll have a 3 day weekend. I’m not sure where I’ll be traveling yet but I’ll post soon!
“Unless you try to do something beyond what you have already mastered, you will never grow.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson