Tourist

It was a bit of an adventure for me to get to Osnabrueck. My flight from Tampa got in late and thus I missed my flight into Frankfurt. After staying an extra day in Atlanta I had the joy of commuting through the get an rail system all by my lonesome. Lesson learned: asking for help is a good thing (even when all the natives will look at you like you're a pathetic tourist), it's better than being lost. By the time I got here I was running on 30 minutes of sleep and caffeine, but the new motto is "who needs sleep!" It's beautiful here, we went on a Night Watchmen tour of the town last night and they took us to the top of one of the churches. You could see the entire city preparing for the festival that starts tonight. I'm having a great time even though I wish I could understand a bit more German. It would make life more than a little bit easier.