oh do i have a story..

Mar 29, 2005 12:52

i made it, barely.
the plane rides were not so bad, of course i thought i might begin panicking quite a bit, but i didnt at all, i was fine. until the ride from atlanta to frankfurt, about three quarters of the way through i got violently ill.
i threw up about 4 times on the plane, then had to make the bus stop on the way to the train platforms. when i got back on it was silent and everyone looked at me like i was insane(i could almost hear the crickets)
then i threw up again on the train platform, i swear i knew what a crazy person felt like for a moment. severley dehydrated, sick, and tired i made it to schwabisch with no clue as to Elli#s whereabouts. i didnt knwo where the hell she lived. luckily, it's a very small village and everyone know everyone else, so two girls that got off the train asked me if i needed help(i looked pretty helpless) and they helped carry my stuff and show me the guest house that they thought my friend was staying. on the way they met other friends so we collected about ten people who all preceeded to help me with my stuff. i gave one of the girls Elli's number and she called her downstairs. it was Elli and Andy that answered the door, totally shocked(as i had a whole parade of people with me) because she wasnt sure when i was coming.
the first thing i did after thanking all the people and giving lots of hugs to Andy and Elli was take a long, wonderful nap. i'm so happy right now, and my stomache doesnt hate me anymore.
so all is well here in Deutschland, Andy and Elli live together, with two other really nice people, ánd the weather is beautiful.
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