- Flight was alright. We flew Air India. PROS: it was non stop, the two seats next to me were empty so I could lift the arm rests up and slept the whole time. CONS: some guy whacked me with his luggage, food was not so good. DUH. air india. Thanks to Cindy I was expecting cup of noodles, but no. I got a bag of pretzels. A few hours later, I got some sort of Indian food. lame. The entree was rice and some sort of tofu curry. not big on rice, especially Indian, dry, long grain rice, so I ate like three pieces of tofu and some pieces of fruit. Then for breakfast, they gave me like 2 pieces of bread. omg.
-Frankfurt Airport. Of course I am the only one hassled by customs. Maybe it was because I had this stupid goofy smile and said HI HOW ARE YOU? gosh. people at the airport are so unenthusiastic. He let the other two girls go by, no questions asked. We proceeded to claim our baggage. Then, as we were trying to exchange currency ( it was about 430pm), the german policia come by and kick us out. YOU HAVE TO GO! goodness gracious. bad start. we book the cheapest hotel room we can find just so we had a place to stay for the night and its in the middle of nowhere. literally. when you exit the freeway, the road takes to straight to the hotel.
-Downtown Frankfurt. We take the train downtown to watch the soccer game. soccer is HUGE here. everyone is in the street chillin. there is this plaza with a huge tv in the middle of it, so everyone is outside watching the game. once the game is over (ESPANA WON! spain and germany sunday!) everyone is cheering and holding flags and dancing all over the streets and blowing whistles and horns and playing drums. good golly. drums. in the middle of the street. like it's a parade. at 11 o clock at night. long day, so we go back to the room.
-Taxi ride home. this, by far has got to be the highlight of my night. I sit in the front trying to learn German from the driver and homie is listening to fiddy cent. Then busta rhymes is on and we start talking about music. he loves rap, but not gangster rap and is amazed that i know what these rappers are saying. he doesn't understand at all, even though he has been bobbing his head the whole time. so then i say ' you like the beats' cuz he is really into the missy elliot song we are listening to. and he is like YES! then i go ' you like timbaland'. " YES, I LOVE TIMBALAND. HE IS BEST PRODUCER. HE HAS SHIT IN HANDS. SHIT IN HANDS AND HE PRODUCE, BEST THING EVER!" haha. love it.
-Frankfurt Airport. Of course I am the only one hassled by customs. Maybe it was because I had this stupid goofy smile and said HI HOW ARE YOU? gosh. people at the airport are so unenthusiastic. He let the other two girls go by, no questions asked. We proceeded to claim our baggage. Then, as we were trying to exchange currency ( it was about 430pm), the german policia come by and kick us out. YOU HAVE TO GO! goodness gracious. bad start. we book the cheapest hotel room we can find just so we had a place to stay for the night and its in the middle of nowhere. literally. when you exit the freeway, the road takes to straight to the hotel.
-Downtown Frankfurt. We take the train downtown to watch the soccer game. soccer is HUGE here. everyone is in the street chillin. there is this plaza with a huge tv in the middle of it, so everyone is outside watching the game. once the game is over (ESPANA WON! spain and germany sunday!) everyone is cheering and holding flags and dancing all over the streets and blowing whistles and horns and playing drums. good golly. drums. in the middle of the street. like it's a parade. at 11 o clock at night. long day, so we go back to the room.
-Taxi ride home. this, by far has got to be the highlight of my night. I sit in the front trying to learn German from the driver and homie is listening to fiddy cent. Then busta rhymes is on and we start talking about music. he loves rap, but not gangster rap and is amazed that i know what these rappers are saying. he doesn't understand at all, even though he has been bobbing his head the whole time. so then i say ' you like the beats' cuz he is really into the missy elliot song we are listening to. and he is like YES! then i go ' you like timbaland'. " YES, I LOVE TIMBALAND. HE IS BEST PRODUCER. HE HAS SHIT IN HANDS. SHIT IN HANDS AND HE PRODUCE, BEST THING EVER!" haha. love it.
2 comments:
"Flight was alright. We flew Air India."
air india to germany? dope
"CONS: some guy whacked me with his luggage,"
no homo
"not big on rice,"
lame
"Downtown Frankfurt"
hahahha
"I sit in the front trying to learn German from the driver and homie is listening to fiddy cent"
i knew people said it like that "fiddy"
only yt's and people who listen to KIIS FM say "fiddy cent"
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