|Outside Hauke's parent's house|
Long haul flights suck. Long haul flights with screaming children, neighbours who just won't sit still and french women who stink of red wine, ciggarettes and puke suck even more. After days of flights into Frankfurt being cancelled I was quite stressed about getting here in time for Christmas, and arriving at Wellington to be told that my ongoing flights were suspended wasn't great for my nerves, but after Auckland everything was smooth sailing, screaming children aside. There was none of the crowds of holiday travellers and snow-bound passengers that I had seen on the news. Even customs and immigration into Germany seemed too easy, unlike NZ you can pick up your bags, waive your passport under a nose and then just stroll through. The reality of what other travellers had experienced did sink in though when I saw the rooms filled with camp beds where stranded passengers had been bunking down.
Hauke was waiting for me in Frankfurt, most epic hug of the whole year I think, its been really good to see him again after a year and a half! He has been absolutely amazing and playing the role of host and tour guide perfectly, although I don't know how much more of 'Claire you have to try this food' my stomach can handle! We caught the train back to his parents house, and everywhere is like a beautiful winter wonderland. This is one of the biggest snowfalls they have had in decades, fields, trees and houses are absolutely covered in snow, with a foggy white sky as the perfect background. I haven't seen snow like this for years!
|Picking a Christmas Tree|