Now that I am back in the United States after an exciting five months in Europe, I am so excited to be able to share my experiences with you all. Since there is so much to share, I am going to split all of my stories up in separate blogs, starting with the very beginning of my journey. Looking back to January feels like years ago, since I have traveled to so many places, met so many people, and grown so much as a person between then and now. I have always been a person who usually takes on more than I can really handle, and this experience was no different.
With no less than 3 bags that weighed the exact 50 pound limit, I left my Kokomo, Indiana home on a cold January morning and made my way slowly but surely to Friedrichshafen, Germany. Flying first from Indianapolis to Chicago, then from Chicago to Toronto, and then being delayed hours in Toronto for an unexpected ice storm, I was already exhausted even though my journey had only just begun. Once I was seated safely on my aisle seat on a giant 747 jet plane, stretched out, watching one of many movies during my 9 hour flight, and talking to the nice man from NYC sitting in the seat next to me, I finally felt like I was on my way! Landing in the Zurich Airport, gathering up all of my baggage, and making my way to the trains was another hurdle I had to swiftly jump over. Asking directions, which would normally be fairly easy, became much harder when some people looked at me like I was speaking Chinese (or English, which was just as foreign to them as Chinese). I had never been alone somewhere where English was not the primary language, and it was a very intimidating feat. But luckily, every step of the way I found a helpful person that went completely out of their way to help me find my train, carry a bag, or buy a ticket.
Once I reached Konstanz, Germany, I then had to board a Katamaran, which is a very luxurious version of a ferry boat, in order to reach my final destination. I have never felt so relieved and excited than when I stepped foot off of the Katamaran and my assigned “buddies” from Zeppelin University were waiting for me, carried my bags, and escorted me to the flat I would be renting for the semester. Luckily, I was able to go straight to sleep and didn’t have to fight jet lag since it was almost 10:00 pm in Friedrichshafen, Germany. Life for me at that point was one exciting adventure and I was ready to wake up the next day and explore the town that I would call home for the next 5 months. More to come on the adventures I would discover during my stay! Thanks so much for reading!