Days 1-3

I'm no longer an international virgin...I mean, I've finally stepped foot outside of America, and I did it with a bang.

Tuesday: 8 hour flight to Frankfurt, Germany
Followed by a 12 hour layover
Comprehension of spoken language, German: Not a lick.
High school German served no purpose...although, whenever a number was mentioned, my ears did perk up.
Let adventurous side kick in: I took the train into the city, acting like I knew exactly what to do.

And this is what I saw:

A tiny little German village
that lived up to my expectations of Germany

Frankfurt, a city that runs along this river,
With a park that was conducive to a fabulous,
but slightly chilly nap


Wednesday: 11 hour red-eye flight to Johannesburg, South Africa
Thursday: 40 minute flight to final destination, Gaborone, Botswana

Did I mention these flights were all taken in Business Class?
Where you have a lounge to hang out in before your flight,
with unlimited amounts of food and drink,
And given mixed/macadamia nuts, instead of measly little peanuts,
A hot towel to cleanes the skin,
And a chair that reclines into a bed...
nothing to be jealous of, I assure you.

If I was unsure about being outside of American earlier,
Landing in Gaborone was definitely a friendly reminded that,
"We're [or I'm] not in Kansas anymore."

Monkey's running across the grass in front of my hotel,
Goats walking up and down the sides of streets,
And plenty of people darting out into busy traffic like they actually live here and know what they're doing!

And now here I rest, in this fabulous city,
Where I'll be getting my bed turned down at night,
With a side of bottled water and ice,
and a chocolate for the pillow to top it off.


Business trips...it's a rough life.
(if I start complaining in a few weeks, just remind me of all of this, and the fact that I'm getting paid to be here...thanks!)

Don't be disappointed I don't have any pictures of Africa just yet...I'm here for another 29 days.