Frankfurt

I'm updating from a Starbucks in the town square of Frankfurt. We've had a busy, exhausting, but absolutely incredible day here so far. The flight was long and what seemed like the screams of 400 babies took turns crying throughout the flight but we made it. We've spent our day touring most of Frankfurt. We took a little scenic cruise around the city, ate some authentic German Bratwurst, and took some pictures with a very talented and very creepy human statue. 

After spending our morning touring around it was apparent that we all needed a break so we took a short team power nap in some park nearby the square. We propped our heads on our backpacks and laid in a circle enjoying the cool weather Germany is enjoying, about (60 degrees this morning and nor much more than 70 I think this afternoon). The nap felt like days and probably could have lasted as long if we hadn't been rallied by James to keep moving.

One special highlight came on our cruise. We were waiting on the top level of our boat when a pigeon dropped a little present on the inside of Shelby's jacket. We were all stunned but quickly realized what had taken place. She grabbed some wet wipes and disappeared below deck to heal as much as the damage as she could. Shelby was a good sport about it and agreed it could have been much worse. 

Needless to say we've been pretty paranoid about additional air raids. Pigeons are everywhere here, and they're not shy either. We've seen them walk right into restaurants like they were regular paying customers. I even hissed at a pack of them standing near us and they didn't even flinch. It's pretty terrifying. 

The German people are fun to watch. Their clothing is unique, the German language is fun to listen to and we've had a fun time trying to pronounce some of the words we see on the street. We quickly found out that none of us really know how to pronounce German or really even how to mimic it, but that made it even more entertaining. For example, there are a lot of words that end in f-a-h-r-t, which we pronounce FART, and everyone struggles keeping back a chuckle or two when we read it. Super immature I know, and most of the laughing probably has to do with how little we've slept in the last day and a half, but the fahrt words have definitely upped morale. We promised ourselves we'd figure out what it means before we leave.

Right now we've set up camp at a Starbucks. A couple people are taking another power nap, a couple are reading, but we all look dead. We're all pretty beat but we're making it. We're not allowed to sleep until tonight to shock our bodies into submitting to the time difference. Our flight to Serbia is tonight at 9:30. This flight will be much shorter than the first leg, about an hour and a half, then we'll have another hour and a half drive to our final destination. Easy, right? We're excited and determined to make it there conscious and smiling.

Thank you for your continued prayers :) tomorrow is a rest day which we will have no trouble with.

More to come! My next post will be from Serbia!