After 10 hours of flying, an hour train ride and a 30 minute drive, we finally made it to Germany! Honestly, I don't know what we would've done if we couldn't use my grandma's apartment as a home base. Not only do we have a free place to sleep and store our luggage, but we also get to spend time with two of of the coolest people I know: Omi and my cousin Marius.
But before I get into gushing about my family, let's recap the journey over: We've never used Icelandair but were both really happy with the airline's services. They let us check our carry-on dufflebags for free (which would've been a pain to carry) and the plane ride was super smooth. There were a few things that I had to pay for, like food and headphones, but considering that our round-trip ticket cost half of what Delta's is, I could handle a few extra fees. One other thing to keep in mind is that the connections are tight. I don't know if this is for all Icelandair flights, but we only had 50 minutes to catch our plane to Frankfurt. FYI running through a foreign airport and begging people to let you cut in line at passport control is not fun (especially at 1 a.m.).
Since we seem to attract chaos, our train ride to Stuttgart had some notable dramatic moments. First off, we got yelled at by the train assistants for leaving our suitcases on the floor (like what everyone else did) and not putting them above our heads--umm HI, those things weigh 50 lbs. Luckily, everyone on the train was super nice and helped us with our bags. The assistants even picked on an old lady for the same thing, but she was a spitfire and dished it right back to them. We became instant friends after that. Not even 10 minutes later, someone's bag fell from the upper compartment and hit a lady in the head. The Germans rallied together and gave the assistants an earful-exactly what they deserved.
Luckily, the last 48 hours haven't been as dramatic. We slept for 13 hours to get rid of the jet lag, swam at the local pool and took in the beautiful weather by chilling with Omi on her deck while eating chocolate cake. Not a bad way to start off our trip. But the highlight for sure was riding motorcycles with my cousin. No, we did not drive those monsters. Actually, riding passenger is a lot harder than you think.
We put on the full gear: motorcycle jackets that were too tight, gloves and a helmet that pressed my cheeks together. The whole thing was uncomfortable at first since our knees were practically crouched up to our ears, but when the adrenaline took over, it was AMAZING. We zoomed around curved roads all through the Black Forest topping at a speed of 118 miles an hour. Taking a pit stop at Stausee (a beautiful lake in the middle of the forest), Caroline and I couldn't feel our feet. Or our arms. Or our thighs-but it was so worth it. Not even two days into our trip and we had crossed off something on our bucketlist. Waking up, we had a few regrets considering Omi had to almost spoon feed us coffee (thanks twig arms) but look how cool we look in these pics!!
Up Next: Our two week tour through the U.K. (Here's hoping it goes better than last time....)