On Being Stuck in the UK

True Loves,

After a whirlwind of sights in London, a picturesque road trip to Scotland, and a walking tour of Scottish history and booze I was all ready to fly back to Germany when a little thing called a volcano erupted and we all found ourselves stranded. There are certainly worse things.

It's a fun mentality here, all the young people bunked in the hostel from Holland and Ireland, Sweden and China, Australia and of course the US all hanging out together making the best of an eruptive (ha) situation. Last night many of us shared some wine together and I'm pretty sure I offered someone a place to stay if she ever decided to journey over to the states. What fun a little despair and alcohol can do.

It turns out Brittany and Rosie, girls I went to high school with are stranded here too so I might actually be meeting up with them tonight! Fun times!

The silly thing is the volcano wasn't the worst part of the trip. The worst part was before it started when I spent the night in "Frankfurt Hahn" airport. I include this only as a warning to future travelers to never spend the night in an airport that is used mainly for freight. There are no carpets, no squishy chairs, and only florescent lighting. And if your traveling campanions happen to miss the last bus until 3am to join you? All the better. Beware I say!

Still I count my blessings, I've seen beautiful things, met beautiful people, and feel very lucky to have such accommodating parents.

With Love,
Emily