Our travels began with a marathon through terminals A through Z. We were drenched, sleep-deprived, starved, and without luggage. But hey, when in Germany! After a couple of hours of help desk hopping and an angel from United Airline named Sabina Anderson, we were headed to a complimentary hotel in Frankfurt where we would stay the night until our morning flight to Krakow. Fed, but still exhausted, we dragged ourselves to the historic district of the town, so as to try to make the very best of a draining day. As we walked into Römerberg Square, it finally hit me that I was in another country. The ringing of bells from Kaisersaal and flutter of German words on the street brought me to this realization, and instantly my day began to turn around. Chocolate and coffee shops, gift shops and restaurants later, we peer into the Kaisersom de St. Bartholomäus. People trickle in and out, listening to the mass behind closed doors and adding to the field of cherry red candles lit in front of a memorial. These moments were unplanned, in a country I did not expect to see or explore. And for that, I am thankful for our delay and hardships, as it provided me with an amazing experience, and a pretty great story.
