When I went to sleep last night I thought that I would wake up this morning in Prague. Instead, I woke up this morning in Frankfurt, and not even Frankfurt's main train station. Sometime in the middle of the night the train came to a stop here and hasn't moved since. It's been 11 hours so far and they just tacked another hour on to our wait time. Luckily last night we were bunked with a physicist (I kid you not) and he has been both helpful and interesting to talk to.
So, since I woke up this morning, unshowered and gross from running through Basel's station at 100 mph yesterday trying to catch this particular train, I have taken the scenic, 5-minute tour of Frankfurt Sud, eaten two pretzels and browsed the Internet. Others are stretching their legs outside the station, families with children are trying to keep busy and no one knows when we will get to leave.
I feel like it's my own private version of Germany in 1989. No one can go East and no one can come West. We are trapped here indefinitely but there is always a little hope it will be soon. We have to pay for the hotel room no matter what tonight, so we're just waiting, and watching and hoping the wall will come down and we will be free to go East.
And here I thought that we would have the best weather this weekend than back in Switzerland. Oh, the best laid plans.
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