This was written at 5:00 pm in Germany on Friday but the post was delayed and automatically posted today due to ultimate surprise element circumstances.
I am so. so. so excited right now. In 10 hours and counting, I will head to the train station (yep, train’s at 3:30 am) to hop on mine train to Frankfurt Airport. I still have not packed. I have to run two errands. I have dinner plans. I just got my new visa yesterday. Busy does not begin to describe the past few days, but busy was good because it made the time fly.
Oh, and for all wondering, had the best goodbye dinner last night with Calerie and friends. We ate a disgusting amount of queso that I made from my Amsterdam purchases and laughed and laughed at Caleb’s inappropriate jokes and our conversations that could never leave the group. Our group dynamic will never change. But anyways, back to the surprise.
Welp, it is possible to get to the Frankfurt Airport from Karlsruhe in the middle of the night. My other options include leaving at 430 and arriving at 6:38, or leaving at 5:55 and arriving at 7:02, for a 7:55 boarding time. With weather concerns and train delays possible, those just aren’t viable options. So here I am further sleep depriving myself. Praise ye the Lord for sleeping pills (don’t get all concerned people, I only take them for these long haul flights because home girl cannot sleep sitting upright and cannot afford business class).
Holding it in has been insanely hard and I’ve totally broken and told a few friends (don’t y’all feel special?), but in the end the surprise is mainly for my mom and I know she’ll be surprised. She told my best friend’s mom she wasn’t even decorating our house this year since I wasn’t coming home, tear.
I really was not planning on coming home for Christmas, but when a flight came up that was $775 on United/Lufthansa so I could collect double miles AND it worked with my work schedule, I could not possibly miss the opportunity to
scare the living daylights out of give a special Christmas gift to my mom. My life long buddy Cristen will pick me up from the airport, and from there we will figure out where my constantly-on-the-move-can’t-sit-still mother is located. Hopefully I can find a way to really catch her off guard.
The timing for surprising my friends was extra awesome as one of our friend’s family’s has a big Christmas party every year that we’ve attended since high school, and it happens to fall on the day of my arrival, so lots of my close friends will be there to surprise, too.
I feel weird writing this knowing it won’t be read until after the fact, but I’m too giddy right now not too write it out. I will be running completely on Sugar Free Red Bull upon my arrival, but these are the sacrifices you make when flying internationally and being determined to party the same night. I don’t know about y’all, but traveling East to West is way more difficult for me than West to East. Some people say the opposite, but I think the red-eye flight ordeal is ideal. If you can get a few hours of sleep on the plane, wake up and it’s the morning in Europe, fight your tired eyes the next day, and fall asleep at night, you’re back on schedule. Flying from Europe to the US I find myself waking up at strange hours of the night unable to fall back asleep for at least a couple days.
What’s more difficult for you? Flying North America to Europe or Europe to North America?
Have you ever randomly showed up and surprised anyone?
I’ll be reporting back on how operation überraschung (German word of the day – surpise) went down.