Day 1: Jumping the Pond

May 26-27th -- In Transit

Finally, after all the packing and details, I'm on the road. It's a weird feeling--considering I've only flown once in my life--to be heading out across the Atlantic Ocean. Security, etc. wasn't an issue at all--Jonathan, Andrew and I made it through quickly and then had plenty of time to kill at the airport. Having no internet gave me some time to show Jonathan how to use Lightroom and to do some photo editing, and then, yes, I did it. I officially have started on this quest of looking like an idiot while taking photos….the first photo is the result (I had to use my hand/arm to block out stray lights that reflected off the glass. It looked weird, trust me).

There is a wonderful dilemma carrying a camera bag and a backpack on a flight--the choice seems simple at first--my backpack has everything I need. However, sitting in the window seat (which Kuo graciously gave me on the flight over) locked me into whatever choice I make. So, at roughly midnight (EST), I regretted my choice of my backpack--we were blazing along at over 600 mph, and in between New York and Boston there was a spectacular lightning storm--something my point and shoot I have along in my backpack fails at miserably, so I had to sit contentedly and watch the show while my real camera sat miserable and alone.

Currently I am at Heathrow--and, luckily, I got enough sleep so it actually feels like it's roughly the correct time, even though back in America I'd just be waking up.

----jump and skip a few hours----

The first thing that hit me upon arriving in Germany is that the people have style. Second thing--that biking is faster than driving. We could barely keep up with an older gentleman and his somewhat leisurely pace, much less the younger man who went blazing by us, never to be seen again. This has much to do with stop lights, I'd imagine...bicycles have their own special signal. Pretty epic.

As the older gentleman passed our bus on his bike one last time, we arrived at our hotel. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.

Until tomorrow--(which shall be a very, very busy day--3 hours of lecture, 2 museums, a walking tour, and a concert!)--so long, friends. Enjoy your afternoon, and I'l cherish the thought of dinner in an hour.