We went through customs, got on our small German plane and flew to the Frankfurt airport. I think we all slept the whole way. I know I did. Then, feeling groggy, we got off the plane, onto a bus, and drove to the terminal. In the airport, we had six hours to kill before our flight that would take us home. So we went and got some breakfast [ewwwww mcdonald's... yuck.. and I actually ate a cheeseburger], then guess what we did? We shopped. I don't think we actually bought anything, we just looked. Shannon and I found a store with a company called Marc O'Polo, and we had to get shirts because it was an inside joke from Paris; Carlos would always tell us to get with our partners, always walk with our partners, and Shannon, or I, would yell out Marco! and the other would answer Polo!, even if we were beside each other. So we wanted shirts. But again, because of the name brand, they were 30E or so, and not that great. So we didn't. But it was cool to find such a store anyway.
Shopping didn't amount to much. Basically we just looked at things; one store was selling Canadian cds for such a high price. Nothing interesting in magazines either. We found cool books, but it's cheaper to buy them in Canada. So we held off. I did look in a duty free store for the perfume my grandmother had wanted, and also for my mom's; but I couldn't find them. I couldn't find my scent either. So whatever. I did, however, find a bottle of Smirnoff Vodka. That made me laugh; I didn't know they had a vodka a well! Carazy. After shopping, we went back to our meeting place, and I wrote in my journal. Then I slept for ten minutes before Carlos took us off to find more food for lunch. We ate at mcdonald's again, but I got a chicken burger this time. They're not half bad there. It's kinda cool, though, the mcdonalds; because the menu was in german and all, but the workers also spoke english. Funny prerequisite for working at mcdonalds. But I was glad they did. We took our food and travelled to the ticket gate. And here's the rub; we went through a metal detector at the Basel airport, but we stayed in the security area at the airport because, hey, we didn't have to leave, there was malls in our area. So we didn't have to go through another metal detector. But there were stores in the area we were in that were selling swiss army knives. And on the plane, we were given plastic knives, instead of butter knives. Figure that one out. Sure, bring a knife onto our plane, just as long as you don't use our own to attack us with. And besides, there was no plastic fork. You can do more damage with those than with butter knives. But you know, whatever.
Another story knife related; Morgan took her swiss army knife onto the plane by mistake. And they never noticed through security. But we all got home safe. Our movies for the flight were Two Weeks Notice, in which I caught sections between sleeping. Heck, I almost fell asleep before the plane took off, because we got onto the runway, then just sat there for ten minutes, and I was lacking sleep. The second movie was Saturday Night Fever, and I saw most of that between falling asleep. I woke up after that movie, but I was so bored just sitting on the plane, so I got up and visited. Murray and I discussed litterature, chemistry, and poetry before I was ushered back into my seat. It was cool; we flew over Iceland, and we could see it. The last movie was The Emporers Club, which was a movie I wanted to see, but Shannon did my hair in braids so I couldn't listen to it. I did watch it go, and got the gist of it. We got back, and I got excited again to get back! After going through customs [no stamps the whole trip in our passeports; what's with that?] and picking up our bags, Shannon and I headed out to find her mom and Jane, who came to pick us up. They were excited to see us, and were carrying flowers for us. It was so sweet. We headed out, and actually talked the whole way back. And here we thought we would be sleeping the whole way back. Nope. We stopped at her house and exchanged stuff [she brought my wine back because I couldn't] before heading over to my house. I realised that I didn't even miss the house, but I sure did miss my mom! It was good to see her again. We talked, and I ate pizza, before going to bed early because of the jet laggedness. And that was the end of my awesome cool splenderifous trip to Europe!!!
