Dear Germany,

Dear Germany,

I was so excited about coming, I could barely contain myself.

I started packing on Sunday in hopes of a an easy flight and tons of sleep on the plane.

As luck would have it, my flight from Raleigh-Durham left one hour later than it should have, getting me to Toronto at 9:45 p.m. Connecting flight to Germany left at 10:20 p.m.

While frantic and completely stressed, the lovely Canadians were not.

As I anxiously went through customs, each person at the airport assured me I would make my flight as I trucked my body (along with two large carry-ons) all the way to the international terminal.

The mild-mannered, calm Canadians were correct–I did make my flight, but it is worth mentioning I was the last person on the plane.

Seven and a half hours later, I woke up in Frankfort after getting to watch two full adult movies. When I say adult, I do not mean porn. What I mean is not Mr. Popper’s Penguins or the Muppets or the Smurfs. It was bliss, and I highly recommend both My Week with Marilyn (thank you, Tiffany) and Jack and Jill.

Cheers to being here safely and learning more than I could ever imagine about German wine from afar.