So everyone said it was going to be "the trip of a lifetime," and I had no idea that it really was. I just feel like bursting with so much enthusiasm about Europe, and I've strarted going back over photos and names of little towns & putting names to buildings and history with towns. I usally journal when I have something on my mind I can't get out & it almost always comes out convoluted & completely off the topic I thought I was going on. I've found that concerning this trip, that when I try to write about what I've seen it's just impossible. When I show people photos I just wish I could pull them inside the four corners & really show it to them. Everyday was breathtaking. And going with some of your best friends from High School made me have the most fun imaginable. =D So I'll try to explain some of it, but it'll be hard. 

I've never really been anywhere before this trip. I've never seen the ocean, been in an airplane, or seen historical buildings and monuments that really made me stop & stare. So after thinking about this trip, paying for it, and dreaming about it for about a year and a half, I was ready come June 3. I'll try not to bore you with too many details, but I love airports. I love flying, how suddenly you're off the ground and getting closer to clouds & the floor vibrates beneath your toes while business men beside you sleep through the whole thing. I was entraced! And all the handsome business men made me happy. Not many people know this, but I like older men far more than boys my own age. (This gets me into some trouble later on during the trip, but that's for later).So my friend Ktjo & I would sneakily people watch & wink & she'd take photos with her camera, usually utilizing the zoom. 

So after a long long flight (9 hours & something min.) we landed in Frankfurt, exchanged some cash for Euros, got our first taste of German food (they aren't a afraid of carbs & everything is yummy), took some ridiculous pictures by the German loos with the funny signs & then got on our tour bus & waited for a couple of hours for 2 other tourists. I feared getting Deep Vein Thrombosis. We met our bus driver, a focal point of all our bus journies because he was quite handsome with big arm muscles and a certain burly Germaness to him that almost made him seem more like a secret agent than a bus driver. His name was Odo, and while he barely blinked at us, everyone LOVED Odo, especially when he made 4 lane u-turns in the street, much to the delight & uder fear of everyone inside the bus. 
Eventually we took off to Rothenburg, prounounced Rottenburg. It is absolutely beautiful. It's an old midevil town with half-timbered houses and cobbled streets and glowing streetlamps. There are flowers everywhere and fountains are bursting with fresh rainwater. The rain made us shiver but it gave everything a look that made it even more beautiful. We took a tour with this hilarous man dressed up like a night watchman, but he acted more like Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Caribean, except with a hell stick. He guided us through the town and told us about how it survived the 30 years war way back when Martin Luther started the Protestant Reformation & how it avoided getting bombed during WWII. After the tour we were soaked through and through &  got back to our hotel room, which was AMAZING! I roomed with my best friend M, Ktjo, Liz and the one I missed so much, Henrike!!! =D She was an exchange student last year & my best friend & I got so close to her so we arranged to meet while we were in Germany & bless her heart, she found us! She is absolutely just as adorable as ever. We stayed up late despite the yet lag & gave each other massages & talked & had fun.

So....end of day 2. Holy crap, this will take forever. =D